Last night my reading took place in Bielefeld’s new synagogue. I had to wear a yarmulke, and so did the male part of the audience.
Maybe because of the yarmulke the audience in Bielefeld seemed to be a bit difficult. But the woman who organized the reading was lovable.
To the left: my bed in Munich. I’m tempted to give this bed an 8, because of the lamp above my pillow.