A year has passed since I arrived in Berlin.
I still remember the second I stepped down that plane with my backpack and that huge suitcase. I know, even a little too well, that I didn’t have any specific plans, but I remember I was full of certainties. 100% sure some things will never change. And instead, surprise, they do.
You emigrate full of hope, in love, ready to live the dream, and you understand in one second that everyone’s alone, no one owes you anything, not everybody likes italians (especially germans), being economically independent is an hallucination and means fighting, as there will always be someone who speaks more languages, has more experience, a PhD more than you out there. So, maybe nothing new, but better to know it before.
However, I must say that most of what happened to me (after quickly acknowledging all of the above) turned out as a bunch of pretty comical, hysterical, entertaining, sparkling, priceless, odd, queer, mysterious, perplexing, unusual, exceptional experiences. Which I guess are just as precious as all the fantastic people I keep meeting everyday in this fucked up place.
So, here it is, my year in pictures. It’s probably more useful to me than to anyone else, but for some reason it feels right to set all this to “public”. I changed my mind about one million things that are here, went through almost a new phase every time I was choosing 3 pictures for the week. It was a tough year, and basically what follows it’s the expression of my most instable me ever. Anyway.
Lastly, I was supposed to post only 3 pictures every week, but sometimes I got carried away a little bit.
As I still feel this city is making me going through a violent brutal and uncontrollable second adolescence, this song seems appropriate.
So, here’s a story from A to Z
You wanna get with me, you gotta listen carefully
Yes, I’ve just quoted them, and now, Ladies and Gentlemen, April, 2 2012 – April, 2 2013.
3 Pictures a Week 