Our trams.

My bed.

My bathroom.

My open window.

My wind in the trees and trams passing downhill.

It is already tomorrow, but coming here through lines long and short, washing off the travel dust and preparing the bed definitely belongs to today.

My room just off Potsdamer platz, my bus and u-bahn-stop, my last coffee. They all feel far away already.

I am hoping they will come a bit closer after some rest.