Part 18: Apartment

A long topic, because often discussed, much thought about it, dreamed about it, in a good mood and drenched in sweat, faced difficulties, solved problems and created new ones and still one of us lived in Prenzlauer Berg and another in Wedding. But our plan was to connect two adjacent apartments, which in fact already existed, with a breakthrough. There would then be a communal kitchen, in his apartment, with table and chairs, in my apartment, and when family life was over and we needed our peace from each other, the yet-to-be-bought door in the yet-to-be-beaten-through would be closed and poof, there would be two apartments again. That’s the plan. The first time after the birth, however, Gianni would have a mattress in my apartment and live a bit with mother and child until he could live by himself again – after the move. Soon. Determined.

continue to Part 19: Being single

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