There is HOPE!

... I get it ...I get it ...I am awful at this already. Don't scoff at me. Anyways, many things have taken off since the last post...

• One being my fluency of the german language. So now when I go into a coffee haus I can say (with the universal sign language of pointing and slow exaggerated annunciation) "Can ich bitte haben ein cleine coffee bitte?" (Can I please have a small coffee?)...now I have no idea how to spell it but whatever that is not the point. 
• Secondly, people have started dying. In rehearsal that is. Our dancers are insane ok. So listen when one of them goes down because of an injury its like ..."how did that even happen?'..now when about 5 of them have been injured  in the first 3 weeks it makes you think that Jerome Robbins (original choreographer) is a psycho. But God is it stunning to look at it. Also, we have started Act II where basically everyone starts dying and weeping...its been a real uplifting time..wait. 
• Also, Berlin might be the nicest city in the world. I mean I can only compare it to New York really...but they don't have rats here so they win. No but seriously I thought New York City or Chicago or LA had to be like the nicest cities in the world because we are America, who knew other countries had the ability to have nice things ...its good that I'm traveling for my IQ's sake. 

So we have finished up the third week. Woof. We have officially learned basically everything in the show and we begin runs of the show this week. I know cray cray. The end of this past week was a rough one...It's getting around that time when you realize that you are not living your "ordinary" lifestyle and you can't really get in contact with your friends and family who you depend on to lift you up daily, and you don't have the privilege of going to your usual church to be empowered the way you like and you have to search and re-evaluate things in your life to get it going good ya know. It just proves how lazy I can be when I am so used to depending on those things in life to encourage me, but it is so cool to be pulled out of that environment and check myself before I wreck myself. It makes coffee time in the morning that much more simple and special. Me time. Use it or loose it. (Does that saying work for that?..o well.) This is also ontop of the rehearsals for Chino's scenes in Act II. Basically one he is running from a fight where his best friend died and ends up telling the love of his life that her brother is dead and she responds with basically affirming the fact that she is in love with another man and doesn't care that her brother is dead. Happy. And the other is when Chino shoots Tony at the end and has to watch the fact that he destroyed the love of his life (Maria) and then be handcuffed and taken to jail for the rest of his life. Peachy. So the director and I were talking shop about a sense memory incident where I could pull from to get me to those emotional places. Ya'll I am spoiled and have never had to deal with death directly (other than Ally (my dog) R.I.P. Boracha). Or any other type of tragic sadness. I am blessed. But also you find yourself wanting an experience just so that you could connect to where Chino is at. And do you know what continues to blow my mind is that you could be watching an actor go through an emotional scene onstage and you don't know what tragic experience they could be re-living just so that the audience could experience the story fully. Ya'll thats selfless. "We need to share lovingly the information of our lives, and the truth at is revealed to us," bible. That's a lesson in progress. And ontop of all that I cry like once a year at most. Now having to do that shiz in rehearsal like 5 times a day....my eyes hurt. So all of you that think I don't got no soul. WATCH ME CRY! Anyways, to wrap it up the cast is stupid talented and generous and I am so thankful for life. Life is good when you bougie in Europe but I swear if I eat one more sausage or potato...

P.S. I got off the bus today and realized my wallet must have fallen on the bus so I had to get a taxi and straight up Bourne Identity it and say "follow that bus". Got on and the wallet had been taken. Now out of all situations this one was the best because there was no credit cards or anything just my wallet since high school that has awful senior/homecoming/prom pictures and my id that hasn't been flipped since turning 21. So part of me thought it was a sign but I was weirdly chill about it. Then an hour later I get a call to come downstairs of my apartment to the lobby. A student found my wallet and returned it to me with everything inside. I guess I had put a card from the apartments in there. Anyways after harassing him and hugging him out of joy and embarrassingly jumping up and down I said wait here I want to give you some money just for being awesome and he was like "no" but i said wait. So I went up and came back down and homeboy left. He didn't want me to give him money for doing that. People in this world are legit. There is HOPE! 

P.S. S When going to a European night club till 4 am don't expect to hear anything till a week a later. And ya'll I'm a little tone deaf to begin with. Can I get an amen? 

Sending Berlin love.smooch.