Starting off my week with the right stamps. No pain, no gain.
Disco disco manda via tutta la malinconia.
Working through the hard times. Comfort food #26757: gnocchi with tomatoes, mushrooms, cheese and fresh oregano (oh they were good!) & Barton Fink.
My favorite unicorn turned 26!
Have you seen how beautiful my unicorn is?!
Happy 1st of May!
Oh zucchini puffer!
Hidden Hinterhof Open Airz.
BASEMENT party. And we partied with these crazy bastards: Matias Aguayo (Kompakt/cómeme), Mijk van Dijk (nufank files), Michael Aniser (Nöisekolln), MALANDRA JR (Where is Jesus/cocoon ,sud beat), Milan (radio mars/moving schoneberg), Josh Tweek (Louche), Val Tyne (B8), Joolz Zedrummer (B8), Kia (tut gut), Sun Antonio, Alladin K (StayFree, tut gut), whyalexwhy, Emmanuel k (stay free, tut gut), Valentino 45 (Can’t Git Enuf), Creed and stone (odd socks).
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.
Daytime
Nighttime
I don’t know when I thought it was a good idea to wear this. I guess I thought it was…festive.
Already drunk: check
Good morning hangover. We are ready for our weekend. Uhuhuh new flea markets to explore.
Neverending brunch at Café Klatsch.
PLASTIC
Hamburger Hafen: circles.
Hamburger Hafen: vertical lines.
Heart skips a beat. Double exposures.
We left Viola and Rob in Hamburg, they will head to Rostok tomorrow.
We are going back to Berlin. 5 hours, no seats, but only 40 euros total.
I am not sure, but, despite the fun, I think I felt that. My nerves were stretched to the breaking point. I think it’s the first time in my life. I have no idea what to do to make things better.
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