Week 51

I made the ultimate cheesecake.

And a Easter tree. I always thought it was the most stupid tradition ever, and persistently criticized my mum for being such a decorations freak, but this year I irremediably felt the urge to have my own. Ta – daaan! 

Psik face.

Featured event of the week: part of the East Side Gallery has now been removed. 

Also: I hope I re-started what I consider one of the most important pen pal correspondence of my life (which started when I was 15) Obviously, except the one with my grandma that honestly, it’s currently out of control, as I receive a letter or a postcard almost every three days.

Week 49

I’ve (almost) managed to survive my first year in Berlin. I’ve started with a lousy internship, now I signed a one year contract, I work Monday – Friday, I have a regular wage coming in every second on the month, I have an health insurance, I like the people around me and (I guess consequently) I feel extremely peaceful.

However, I also feel sadness, fear, and uncertainty (at an unpredictable and mysterious pace, obviously). What is it? The fucking spleen? Is it happiness? Or is it boredom? Why is everything so silent inside me? I’m not sure. 

Featured events of the week:

1) Queen Margot. 

2) Sarah’s (slave) Geburtstag.

Sarah, Renée and Max. Great time. Great Taxi rides. Great food at 6 am.

More in details:

I can’t raise my glass (if there isn’t some Tiramisu inside it).

The Human Torch is a fictional character, a superhero that appears in comic books and…there.

I probably thought this was interesting when ich Pipi gemacht habe.

3) The Hoff was back in Berlin this weekend. Singing a capella and shouting “save the wall”.

I guess that’s it.

On the positive side, thank you Ukraine.