After a final round of proofreading, the whole batch of programmes is printed out; and so is the letter that will be read out loud to accompany Joël’s in-home performance tomorrow. Coffee, tea, snacks and fruit are purchased and brought to the Freie Uni. Signs showing the way to all locations are made and printed, and mounted on doors and signposts inside the building. The nametags and pens are ready for use. Joël has done his shopping, too, and now prepares the performance dinner.

One more thing: Monica’s workshop requires two rolls of paper; one normal drawing paper, and one transparent, the kind that architects use. Tinka and I head out in the city to find it; it’s already dusk, as we slip along a rivulet through an area of allotment gardens. We find the store and pick up the paper rolls – Monica confirming over the phone they’re the right ones – and then start on our way back… but in our excitement, we keep walking on and on, missing a left turn and crossing the river before we find ourselves back on the map again.

This city of Berlin – in itself a cluster of townships, gathered around the river Spree and her smaller siblings, sprawling out towards the lakes and wetlands – may be more imbued with history than any other place I’ve visited. Also, much of what I remember from central Stockholm in the 1960’s and 70’s  is still present here; the small backyard workshops and industrial buildings; the old, sometimes (not always) dilapidated houses with stone tilings, glass mosaics and flights of stairs disappearing into darkness; the ruderal spaces – neither parks nor gardens, but tiny spots of wilderness living on by their own – and the geographical proximity between vastly different urban structures and communities, that one may experience in just passing from one block to another.

Yes, a long and busy day… and tomorrow, it will begin for real.