Prompt: Tell a simple story about how/where/why I chose the journal I did.
With the evening weather sunny, a breeze cooled my sweaty brow as we trudged through the carefully laid gray bricks that make up Alexanderplatz. The day filled with walking did not deter us from again using our legs’ actin and myosin to venture out with the goal of buying necessary supplies—a notebook/journal ranking near the top of the list.
The evening was typical for the area; myriad people walked, talked, and otherwise mingled in a variety of languages throughout the crisscrossing sidewalks, tram rails, stores, and open spaces. Already, our group stopped by the German bank and spent time sitting along the grassy front area near the Berlin Dom.
Our stomachs growling, we passed food-stand after food-stand, each seemingly more appealing than the last. Dönor kebabs, currywurst, pizza, ice cream…our appetite called but our undergraduate penny-pinching mindset prevailed—we marched on despite great resistance. Soon, we came upon a bookstore beneath one of the raised railways. The well-lit interior and displays of books beckoned to the group, drawing us in.
Scanning the store, we found several blank notebooks near the cash register. One showed Albert Einstein on both covers, another had a baby-blue surrounding. A small, red-covered journal caught my eye and, for lack of any other journals that suited me, I soon found myself buying it.
Heading out of the bookshop back into Alexanderplatz, my watch read 8:05pm meaning the others stores of interest just closed. Although unable to purchase all the necessary supplies as planned, at least I got a journal. It now sits in my carrying bag with miscellaneous thoughts and drawings beginning to fill its pages.
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