Today I went on a walk in search of needle and thread…(Elisabeth borrowed a dress of mine and the flower came off in all of the wild partying, and it has remained unfixed since then.) But all I could find was a package of needles and a package of thread I will never use (for 7 Euros or something). So I kept walking and found an older woman (of foreign origins) in the Markthalle who has an Änderungsschneiderei (alterations shop). When I explained I just wanted a needle and a piece of thread, she smiled—apparently it’s just “Nadel” and not “Sticknadel” (an embroidery needle? what is that even?). She asked me, “Spanierin?” and I said, “Nein, Amerikanerin” and she smiled and gave me the needle and thread for free! I guess there are some perks to being a foreigner in Berlin…the other foreigners have sympathy for you…
…Which reminds me of the other time someone was so randomly nice to me. In Vienna a few years ago I was buying cheese at the Naschmarkt (their big market) and only wanted a small piece, because I was flying that day. Making conversation with the guy behind the counter, I explained that I was traveling, and he asked me where I was from. He kept urging me to me more specific---US…Minnesota…Duluth… When I said “Duluth” he said “Bob Dylan!” and wouldn’t take money from me! He kept saying “Bob Dylan!” :) Very amusing...
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