my hair is so tame compared to so many people here

Moving, moving, always moving. Euthyphro was getting dizzy and there was nothing to do but wait. A sudden jerk up; Sophia asked him what time it was. About 4, so that would mean something like 22? There's no time for sleep here. A man with incredibly light green eyes walked over.

"Hallo"

But of course they spoke in English. They spoke of dying, and traveling, and all the things people discuss at 4AM. Euthyphro was getting dizzier every second, the constant movement was getting to be too much. And then a girl with a pretty face walked up to Sophia.

"I think your friend is getting dizzy, we should go home, no?"

And so they stood at the tracks, nearing 5AM. Edgar screamed for Sophia to go home, but she ignored him. And so he came back a few minutes later and screamed in defeat as she went elsewhere, anywhere but home. She tried telling him that everything was fine, everything made sense, but he couldn't stop til she left him. Every couple minutes he slowed down to let on more people and let them go home, but then he would just continue going on til she walked away. And all the time, Euthyphro was getting even dizzier.

Berlin, Mitte/Kreuzberg

the write a post page is in german and i don't know why

Euthyphro was getting dizzy. He had changed hands so many times he didn't know where he was anymore. And then again, he was off to someone else, being thrown onto the wet counter covered in sweat and beer and... he didn't want to know.
"Well what did you expect?" a tall girl asked. "Did you think it would be calm?" She picked him up. "Anyway, I need to get a beer, this is a little rough to handle sober."
Euthyphro was having a harder time talking. He could always get to Sophia, no matter his state, but tonight was off, it wasn't easy like always. And then he saw him.
"Edgar? I didn't know you'd be here tonight."
"Neither did I. Where's Sophia?"
She was gone. She had gone to get a beer and then she disappeared, they couldn't find her, and they were being passed from hand to hand with so few ways to get to her, and what were they going to do, they needed her, she helped them exist as they do...
And there she was, holding a beer and talking to a man with small green eyes. She was fine, and they were fine. They weren't there to help her that night. This was something they needed to see.

Berlin

The Prologue

Sophia began packing today. Yesterday she did all her laundry and promptly left her freshly aired clothes outside in the morning fog. But that wasn't so much of an issue, was it? And when she no longer knew what to pack, she went for a long walk with Edgar.

"Will you miss me?" she asked, smiling but still looking at the sidewalk.
"Nope, not at all, I'm going to throw a party as soon as you're on the plane."
"I knew it!" She turned to him. "But it will be weird to have no more rambling conversations over wine and scotch."
"I know. That's why we aren't discussing that."

They walked back to Sophia's house, getting a little slower when they saw the wall with the stenciled ghost. It meant they had five more minutes. They didn't say anything, or maybe they did and it was just so unremarkable that it seemed like silence.

They said their goodbyes. It didn't seem like a goodbye. Sophia had said goodbye to so many people lately that it had lost its potency. It was too ritualized to mean anything when she was standing next to Edgar.

"I need to finish packing. I'm going to be on a plane in 24 hours."
"No you aren't, I'm going to barricade your doors and then you'll never leave."
"But I wanna gooooo, pleaaaasse?"

There were hugs. There were reassurances of visits. And then Edgar went home and Sophia continued packing.