Hostels and Lithuanians are of Satan- it was all fun and games when they had me sit with them while they played a drinking game (I was waiting for laundry in the room they were playing in, but managed to convince them that whiskey shots counted as alcohol and therefore I would NOT be participating in any way,) but then when I went back for my laundry there were terrible terrible horrid things happening in that room. I ran away faster than I've ever run before, waited a few hours and then made the receptionist go into the room to check if the coast was clear. I will NEVER go in a hostel laundry room again. NEVER.
Berlin is freakin' sweet- I'm more in love with it than I thought I'd be. I live in an apartment that is like a jungle/ballet studio (it's so cool!) with an awesome girl named Becca.
The guys have been keeping me safe, so I've never really been lost.
I'm well fed. That's all that matters.
Goodbye.
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