A year later I'm driving through Berlin with Dave, whom I've been in love with for a few weeks. We have met by accident, he gives me a ride. I've just come from the ear doctor; I have an abcess, and it hurts. It is summer; I am wearing a dress.
On the way we decide we'd like to go to bed with each other and go to his place. A gentle summer breeze wafts through the open window onto my legs as we lie there, our energy spent. That's how I must have gotten a bladder infection.
excerpt from: Shedding and Literally Dreaming by Verena Steffan