Happy Birthday! Protean Depravity Turns Four!

Oops! I almost forgot the blog's birthday (yet again)...

How time flies by... Four years ago yesterday I was in such a different place - the pandemic lockdowns had just begun, stress and tension and fear everywhere, I had given up my job at the bookshop I love, nothing was clear, the news were full of horror stories of mass dyings... Sitting in my new home I had just moved in, not knowing where to put all my thoughts and the books I had been reading in masses during hard lockdowns, and bitterly missing my job as editor of the Otherland Newsletter, I started doing my own newsletter in the shape of this blog. And in the blink of an eye it's been four years.

Today the pandemic is over, and so many friends realized the importance of their families and their homes and have left Berlin to go back. So, I hope all those friends take a little time to have a little drink, a coffee or a beer, or a little wine and drink to us. Thank you so much for sticking around, it means a lot!

Happy birthday Protean Depravity. 🥂

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