Ich bin eine Berlinerin

After a three-month break that turned into a five-month break in Bordeaux, having left our Parisian appartment in early May, we have finally reached our final destination and our new home for a while: BERLIN.

HOW DID WE COME TO THAT?

A wind of change had been blowing on us for some time and we finally yielded to it earlier this year, feeling it was time for new adventures. At first we had set our minds on Montréal but it proved to be a bit tricky and quite a huge move for a first home out of France. Indeed I'm used to travel a lot around the globe, but I'd always had a French pied-à-terre -- until now.

Then I had a conversation that aroused my attention during my trip to the 2013 Eroc... Thinking it over and together with Wonka (and Deven the cat) we found that it was an excellent compromise, not too far but not too close, a little exotic but not too much, new but known... and we immediately launched our organization program:

The CERS strikes back but I will survive!

Wow you are spoilt today, two puns in one headline!

You must have concluded that:

Yes I'm back in the CERS* !! and Yes it is no picnic...

Note: Strangely enough, this is the second tribute I pay to a freshly dead black female singer in a CERS article. Not on purpose. First Whitney, now Gloria. Should definitely stop going to that place!


 

After 4 weeks spent in February, I signed again. I am in the room next to my previous one: I don't have the amazing view onto the ocean (I mean, I cannot contemplate it when I am lying in my bed) but I can see the training field, which proves to be very useful to check if the weightbearing class has started!

In February, I had program number 2.

Now I have upgraded to number 3, the last stage!

There are three main threads in the center, according to if you are in post-surgery (level 1), semi-strenghtening (level 2) or re-athletisation (level 3). Your doctor puts you in one of the three categories, individualizes your program and adapts it to your special needs. I am *so* glad I have been given the same medical team as last time!

Superman's Dead

Yesterday they changed my cast.

Three weeks already and only three left. I’m half-way!

The surgeon cut the old one with a drill and wrapped my leg up with the same baby blue resin bands from my hip down to my toes. MERRY CHRISTMAS! Loving my extra present.

In-between, I had the opportunity to admire my dead-white leg.

“Ch-ch-ch-ch-chaaanges”

My skin is naturally white but I discovered that it could get whiter than white. I won a couple of extra hairs – I’m not a hairs-lover but I convey it’s kind of natural after three weeks in the warm cavity of the cast. But what bothered (and bothers) me the most is that my thigh and my calf are missing. Seems that they took some holidays for the festive season. I am *not* OK with it. At all.

COME BACK HOOOME! [call of distress]