Click click. Click click. Ding-ziiiip-click click...it was bugging him. This typewriter. He’d thought it would help him write. And more importantly write well. It had taken him ages to locate one down a side street in a less touristy shop in Berlin. And ages again to get it working. And ribbons were not cheap. And boy did you need to collect your thoughts before hammering away. Mmmm. From his ridiculous small apartment he looked out onto a busy shopper’s street. The weather was good. But he couldn’t go anywhere: he had to get 1500 words typed-at least-before another coffee.