Eighteenth Letter, February 25

Dear Berlin,

Fourteenth Letter, February 8

Dear Berlin,

After sleeping through my alarm and realizing I’m going to be late for a museum date, I write a quick text to Jesslyn, shove my feet into boots, and make for Checkpoint Charlie. I find her reading in the back of the Starbucks on Kochstraße; she looks shocked…

Thirteenth Letter, February 6

Dear Berlin,

Today feels good and I’m spending my precious weekday vacation with you.

Sixteenth Letter, February 13

Dear Berlin,

Fifteenth Letter, February 10

Dear Berlin,

I have to say that the daily pedestrian rush hour on the Warshauerstraße Brücke is one of my most beloved, most “Berlin” experiences of living here.

Seventeenth Letter, February 20

Dear Berlin,

Twelfth Letter, February 4

Dear Berlin,

It’s been a week since I last wrote a letter, and somehow that is not an accident. Relationships require honesty, so I will be honest: this was one of the worse weeks since we met.