I hate climbing to the 5th floor of this huge building everyday, 37 Bruessler Strasse. But I have to at least for a week. I remember the first day one of our IJP friends Maya accompanied me to come to this place, all the way from Friedrich Strasse to Seestrasse she carried the huge 15 Kilo bag. Strong lady! I was really impressed! And bit embarrassed. But I did not want to hurt her feminist soul and the pride of her around carrying burden of a man, also I was carrying one rucksack and the great bike. I already told you my favorite bike story, how I bought it and what all trouble I had to sell this stupid stuff.

Maya brought me and my luggage to 37a Bruessler Strasse. Because before coming to this place from Maritim pro arte Hotel one of our friends Rebbeca Roth called my landlady and asked how to come to this place, and the landlady confused her and told that actually 37 is the number of the house but from the entrance of 37A would also be okay. But the flat is at the top of the house, it is fifth floor. So we came to 37A, and Maya left me and my huge bag of 15 Kilos, two other burdens and the bike.

I was sure, which I should not be, and in the mean time the original paper where the address was written has been taken by Maya because mission address was accomplished at least she thought, so I started climbing, making my bike stand outside the house. I started crawling with huge bags and burdens, upto fifth floor. And you know for a hyperglycemic person how difficult is climbing five storied building with those burdens. But where is Mrs Anne Syke? All five doors have different name plates, all are decorated differently, and I was perplexed. I need to ring bell, but whose? And I believed that Anne Syke lives here, in any of its apartments, where I will get my room. And also, I thought every neighbor knows each other, so ding dong, and girl peeped in followed by her mother, and tried to show sympathy, which I needed, but could not understand what actually I need. The school going girl learns English in schools I think, so she tried to understand me, but she is a child, so she wanted whole description of Mrs Anne Syke, whom I never met.

Then I remember that I must have another print-out of the address. Yes, in the folder, inside one of my bags, but where? New mission for finding address was started, in front of two pairs of curious eyes, I opened all my bags and it came up. Yes that is 37 not 37A, so, the next door. Realized, how novice I am, even in 32, I really did not grow. Again I climbed mountain like huge stairs of 37 Bruessler Strasse. Up above the world so high, finally, I found Syke.

(From Hindol)