Berlin is a safe city at least this part of it: Mitte North, Prenzlauer Berg, which is what I'm judging it by. Full of young people, everyone on bicycles, or using the trams and U-Bahns that run around the clock, it feels very comfortable to be going home late at night surrounded by these people out too. Evidently there is very little mugging and one isn't hassled at all. People are correct and keep to themselves naturally. That makes life so much easier; I don't mind walking back at midnight from the internet cafe or taking a tram, there are always lots of other people waiting too.
Once again fey freckled friendly Manfred has come bringing light. One of the bulbs in the studio was kaput and since the ceiling is fifteen feet high there was no way I could change it. Not a problem, in he came with a tall stepladder and cheerfully fixed the light. Nothing really is a problem here as I have found there is always a way round. Checking out the local art shop, they say they can do the canvases for me in only a week, and besides that, I could carry them back to the Milchhof with some help and so save on transport charges. Manfred and I have had a discussion that may well work out, in that when I leave I could take the canvases off, rolling them up to take to London and then Manfred can re-use the stretchers. Of course I have to do them first, but that would be a practical solution. Unless they turn out not to be able to be rolled up which is always a possibility, fortunately acrylic mediums are amenable.
