The monolithic monument that separates my bed from the toilet bowl and the concrete evidence of the reckless years filled with spirits and not-so-illegal substance. Fired by the awesome artistry of the Berlin Wall, I started scribbling on this sleek wall in 1989, my senior years in college. From a single teeny-weeny graffito, the wall crammed with inscriptions in a span of about four years. The declarations of my inner-cerebrum!
Modesty aside, not so few people was nuts about this wall. And despite major house renovations, father preferred it as it is. In the meantime, everyone awaits the eviction notice. That will be the end of my Berlin wall.