Clouds are drawing romantic pictures in the Stattsbibliothek’s window. In the Landwehrkanal’s sky set. In between the weeping willow’s tears.
I don’t know if it comes from the Alte Nationalgalerie’s wolken studies a year ago.
I don’t know if it is my love of the word wolke bringing me far beyond heaven. … More Wolke studies
Those words sound like an epitaph of my own grief.
For my first Berlineer journey, I was drained. I wasn’t exploring the world, I was retiring from mine. I was escaping endless chats, constant waits, unconscious pressures.
I was coping with ideas, concepts, dreams I never had, the green city was my shelter. … More Going a song in my heart
This time, every clock is on time, every route is on road, I even have my printed and stamped ticket.
I didn’t miss my bus, even though it almost did miss me. At least for a stretch. Back to school’s fault. But, fortunately, my lucky star protected me and the autobahn ran in front of me to bring me back to Berlin despite almost failed delays and connections. … More Get off to a good start
