Today is a very moving day. This has been much scrubbing on my hands and knees. We are leaving the flat of Herr Ossie Puppenspieler, and going to an attic, and then to Australia. There we will make an underground tour playing Sydney’s basements, like Club 77, and Medium Rare Gallery. We hope to play in Parramatta. It is very West there. You have no idea.
My finger nails are abstract now, and my case is too much from the bridal gown and the veil and other amongst articles. I must leave it behind in Berlin, and see it in some months. How can I be an Actual Bride without a ready gown? I am moving to tears.