The eleven-month intensive German course finally came to an end today. We were in a small classroom with a gentle breeze coming in through the window. The teacher asked us to describe romantic paintings in German.

Continuing with the darkroom class at the Volkshochschule. The Spanish class next door is still going on loudly. There are only five of us in the darkroom, which gives us a lot of freedom to develop our negatives. I still haven’t mastered putting the film in the canister.  

The strawberries from your parents’ garden at the end of April.The peppers and tomatoes from our balcony in July.

In the small coastal town where your parents now live, near the lagoon, there are the garden colonies. I have not yet seen the flowers bloom and the fruit bear in the summer, but I know that the gardens are quiet in the snowy winter.

On a quiet side street on the north side of the city. Similar to your window in Brooklyn, the apartment has a balcony facing a red brick spice factory. Our first meal in the small kitchen was your pasta. And now, at 4 a.m., I finally turned in the subtitle translation for a documentary. Good […]