Two’s a couple. Three means I need four.
Ah, Berlin in March… Now that the glacial covering has receded, swathes of slushy dog shit and banks of the crushed gravel strewn by the city in an ineffectual effort to keep us all from slipping create an obstacle course for the average pedestrian. If you lost your keys in November, now’s the time to search for them. And if, like me, you have a fetish for select garbage, all the more reason to look down.