I meet a Dragan and think like God (Day Four)

Well yesterday I found it difficult to come up with ideas to worry myself, I was trekking this way and that way across Berlin looking for a new flat. I must move out on Wednesday from Eyop's house, as he is coming back from Eithiopia and mine and Remi's house-sitting must come to an end.
However, upon leaving one flat where I had been chatting about meeting strangers on the street with (my now future flatmate), I thought why not and stopped a couple of people. The second of which, one Dragan Omaljev, had time to talk and we had a perfectly excellent conversation about both of our lives, occupations and interests. I relaxed into it in a way I could not have done without my initiation yesterday. He had a good natured and friendly manner, and we both enjoyed the experience I think. It was interesting to learn a couple of facts about Serbia and Germany, that tea-drinking is associated with sickness in Serbia yet is drunk for pleasure here, and also that the Serbian administrative system is a close-is-good-enough one unlike the Germanic system which is perfectionist. We chatted for perhaps 25 minutes. Hopefully I will see him again, I probably will as he will now be a neighbour.
But feeling that I needed to do more today as I lay in bed before sleep, I half-hearted tried to imagine what it would be like to be God, fear-inducing for the reason of being incredulous, mad and of great difficulty, and had the rather surreal experience of feeling like an extraordinarily large white-robed Michael Flatley. Serves me right.
And further to report that the night before last we had a party at our house, where all the guests played music together, and so I used the experience to challenge my fears further. Performing in public gets my fearful goat as much as other things, but once I made the commitment to join in it was relatively easy, my experiences with this blog made it even easier. And I felt a part of the music for one bongo-beating number, a magical moment. Hmm, shall i join a choir or shouldn't I? I can't hear any suggestions yet?
Hear more shrieks and moans from a man-on-a-mission tomorrow, as I do the same thing I do everyday...have a Fear-a-Day!