Is this it?

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.

Week 52

Happy Easter! Massive brunch at Engels. 

Marilena even prepared the eggs to add the right Easter vibe to the scene.

Composition: waiting for the spring I deserve, oder (I’ll drink my-self to death).

Me enjoying my Easter holidays. Gone klubbing with the best KreuzNeukölln clubbing team ’till 7am + getting ready for an amazing day at a Spa. Wearing a bikini = health issue = life.  

Probably the best April’s fool of all time.

Me and my friend Marilena spent the entire day at a textilfrei spa in Ludwigsfelde. Like in the best adventures, we realized that everybody was naked only once we paid for a one way ticket to the biggest nudist hell I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Probably the worst place for us, hungover chicks, arriving from da city with our hoods and sunglasses. How pathetic. Anyway, I think that wandering around, from the saunas to those Easter(n) themed swimming pools, 100% naked, among hundreds of naked germans in their 70s, can be noted down as the most authentic german experience I’ve done so far. That bikini was only worn 20 minutes, aka until everybody was pointing at us and they said we had to leave, if we wanted to keep our swimming suits on. Rules and germans, you know. Looking back, this picture is quite accurate. 

Sigh. 

Before leaving Ludwigsfelde, we agreed that this experience 1) taught us that there’s no age limit for genital piercings 2) will definitely give that missing touch of naturist openness to our cvs, and 3) that thanks to it, the sentence “I want to take our friendship a step further” has just gained a whole load of profound new meaning.