Spaghetti Western

I ate at Spaghetti Western this evening with the first person I ever watched a Spaghetti Western with “Once Upon a Time in the West”. We hadn’t really changed at all. He still liked eating at Italian restaurants, I still tried breaking up with my boyfriends every other day. He gave up chain smoking with his wife and learned Polish and I still don’t speak German fluently. He wrote his MBA thesis in two days, I wrote mine in two years. He biked home and I walked home. We both had gray scarves and black frame glasses. He quickly realized I might not be leaving Berlin all that soon,  I quickly realized I couldn’t fool anyone.

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