A few years ago I spent a summer in Berlin while taking an intensive German language course. Students were hosted by volunteer families, but my roommate and I were hosted by a single divorced woman. Midway through our stay she took a vacation and left the entire apartment to the two of us. Naturally, we threw a party!
I went a tad overboard and began mixing vodka with wine… Before I knew it I was in my bedroom vomiting onto the wooden floor. In the morning I woke up, puked some more, but couldn’t bear to clean it up. So I threw a newspaper over it and went to class… Everyone was shocked to see me, but I didn’t last long – I promptly ran to the restroom and puked some more. In Germany, many of the bathroom stall walls extend all the way to the floor to create a little private room, so I curled up next to the toilet and took a nap for a few hours. Woke up, rode my bike to Tiergarten and took a nap on a park bench under the sun.
Went home to a repulsive, sour, acrid smell. My congealed vomit had dissolved the newspaper and created a white spot on the wooden floor. I regretted having not cleaned it up when I had the chance…