Meeting Jenn was probably one of the funniest moments I ever had at Mauerpark, and I will probably remember it for a while. It was the end of a sunny day, and she just got that super big blue vintage suitcase at the flea market. She was so stoked about it that she was about to leave without paying, but you could tell that it was absolutely unintentional, and she was just “sur son petit nuage” – litteraly on her little cloud, but I’m not sure that it makes sense in English 🙂 Now I wonder how the suitcase is doing. Jenn?