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I was surprised to find that my Berlin ~~apartment~~ doesn't ~~have enough space for~~ an electric clothes dryer, ~~nor a two-car garage with tool storage and a billiard table~~. What ~~is expected~~ instead is ~~that I~~ take up half ~~of the living~~ room with a drying rack which folds only to mock me ~~when~~ I ~~unfold~~ it ~~again minutes or hours~~ later.

I was surprised to find that Berlin peasant renter life doesn't typically include any luxuries such as an electric clothes dryer, as fundamental to US citizenship as cable TV. What one does instead is to take up half a room with a tin pot drying rack which folds down only to leap up again and mock me as I unfurl it later the same day. I live with four people of varied ages and the laundry is legitimately a mini-job for tax purposes.

Winter makes this ~~arrangement especially~~ challenging, since wet clothes left in the cold ~~will~~ immediately grow mildew, heating a room is expensive, the windows are drafty... and did I mention that winter is long and cold, to be endured best behind a protective shield of fidgety little indoor projects.

Winter makes this whole deal all the more challenging since wet clothes left in the cold immediately grow mildew; heating a room is expensive; the windows are drafty... and waah did I mention that winter is long and cold, to be endured best behind a protective shield of fidgety little indoor projects.

Mechanical engineering is not my thing, which is unfortunate because I enjoy making stuff that should ideally hold together mechanically. I make garden tools that bend, shelves that fall out of the wall, bicycle trailers that tip their load in the dark and rain. I once tried to find a night class on the subject. Surprisingly, this is not how it works—it seems that nobody wants to hear that their city's bridge was designed by someone who picked it up on odd nights and from a couple of nice video explainers. I still blame elitism.

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-I was surprised to find that my Berlin apartment doesn't have enough space for an electric clothes dryer, nor a two-car garage with tool storage and a billiard table.  What is expected instead is that I take up half of the living room with a drying rack which folds only to mock me when I unfold it again minutes or hours later.
+I was surprised to find that Berlin peasant renter life doesn't typically include any luxuries such as an electric clothes dryer, as fundamental to US citizenship as cable TV.  What one does instead is to take up half a room with a tin pot drying rack which folds down only to leap up again and mock me as I unfurl it later the same day.  I live with four people of varied ages and the laundry is legitimately a mini-job for tax purposes.
-Winter makes this arrangement especially challenging, since wet clothes left in the cold will immediately grow mildew, heating a room is expensive, the windows are drafty... and did I mention that winter is long and cold, to be endured best behind a protective shield of fidgety little indoor projects.
+Winter makes this whole deal all the more challenging since wet clothes left in the cold immediately grow mildew; heating a room is expensive; the windows are drafty... and waah did I mention that winter is long and cold, to be endured best behind a protective shield of fidgety little indoor projects.
 Mechanical engineering is not my thing, which is unfortunate because I enjoy making stuff that should ideally hold together mechanically.  I make garden tools that bend, shelves that fall out of the wall, bicycle trailers that tip their load in the dark and rain.  I once tried to find a night class on the subject.  Surprisingly, this is not how it works—it seems that nobody wants to hear that their city's bridge was designed by someone who picked it up on odd nights and from a couple of nice video explainers.  I still blame elitism.