... Die Fabrik, Berlin's best and funkiest hotel, in groovy Kreuzberg.
It all happened: I sang my Die Fabrik songs* (this place to me - as mentioned previously - is as New York's Chelsea Hotel is to Dylan and others); people came in off the street to see what the noise was about (and stayed); sister Brigid and chum Dave brought a personal element to the proceedings and Fedora brought beer and wine and generally managed the ambience.
I have made friends here over the times I have visited and played. One, Achim, a long-term resident in Die Fabrik who befriended me and with whom I exchanged unexpected intimacies over white wine was missing last night. He recently died of a heart attack. He was my age. I was very sad to hear the news. I thought of him as I played.
I also thought of my cousin Ian who accompanied me here the last time I came. It's not the same alone, cuz.
Notwithstanding all the above, last night was a good night. It's good to have good nights in the face of all that life insists on, don't you think?
Goodbye Die Fabrik, goodbye Achim. Thanks to you both.