Tuesday, 18 August 2015

Nefertiti

For a year as a teenager I lived in West Berlin a block away from the Egyptian Museum where she was in residence for many years. After a typically teenage altercation with my Dad one day, I was booted out onto the street. In my socks. My shoes came flying out over the balcony and down onto the cobblestones. I spent the day with mummies and ancient artifacts. And... Her.


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