Accident no.23


A month after moving into my temporary new flat in Friedrichshain I am doing the washing-up with the bottle left behind by my Berlin landlords. I practise my German on the label. It has a picture of a friendly green frog but the images don’t seem quite right. I can’t decipher everything but I recognise the word ‘Fußboden’ and realise that I have washed my plates for 5 weeks using floor cleaner.

I feel slightly sick.