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LIVING:WHEN THE DIARY of my first month in Berlin was printed here a few months ago, a sub-editor with a great deal more insight than I possess titled it “Falling for Berlin”. At that point, I was still in denial. “Jeez,” I thought, “it’s not like I’m in love. I’m just here to have a good time. No strings, no commitment, no German grammar,” writes LOUISE EAST

Six months on, I’m in the throes of a full-blown crush and like all newly besotted people, I’m kind of insufferable. On a bad day, I’ll argue that Berlin is woven from a blend of cashmere and unicorn milk known to solve nine out of 10 Middle Eastern crises and eliminate e-mail spam.