Back from Berlin

Even if I'm not yet home, I am at least back at my own computer, having returned from the outermost leg of my journey.

My mother went straight back to her own little foldup puter, which unfortunately consented to boot up after only ten tries or so, and immediately proceeded to play a quiet evening's mahjongg...

And Paolo, the cute little mutt in Berlin, was the first dog I ever met who was actually afraid of me. Normally, dogs love me on the spot; little Paolo took one look at me and fled, shivering abjectly with deep-rooted terror. No obvious reason for his fright was discernible; and as I like dogs, this outcome was somewhat hurtful to me, but I tried to bear it like a man.-