Monthly Archives: May 2012

I started reading a new Book today…

I like to read.
Lately I haven’t had much chance to do this, mainly because I think I’m distracted with lots of things that are going on in my life right now. I also feel like I haven’t really veered away from the sort of genre that I’ve been into for the last couple of years. You know the usual, such as Kafka, Grass and Wolf or conspiracy theory fiction (or is it fact?).
Anyways,  I came across this book just the other day. It had a hardcover bound in a Blue kind of fabric. Not much else I was able to tell about it. No summary on the back either.. not even the Author’s picture. Just the title was visible. Written in thin Calligraphy it said Bonnie & Clyde. I had heard of them. The story of an outlaw couple whose loyalty to each other lasted until the bitter end… or something like that.
I imagined it being a story full of romance, passionate love making in between robbery action scenes and manslaughter…. sounds entertaining.
I picked it up and read the first page. I’m the kind of reader where the first page is important. It tells me whether I want to put in the effort to read the entire Book. Lately, I haven’t even had the motivation to pick up any book at all.
In this case I thought that reading the first page is worth it to find out what the hell this story is even about. I’ve heard of Bonnie & Clyde and I know that there are lots of historical references to the real duo.
Although after reading this first page I am not any closer to figuring out what is even going on in this story, it was interesting enough for me to pick up and take with me. I’m at that funny point, and all you readers with a good book know what I’m talking about, where whenever I’m not reading further, I think about what is going to happen next… and that’s exciting to me.
I can’t wait to read on.

Oh Berlin, You Pump through my Veins

Every time I walk the streets of Berlin a sort of cockiness and strut emerges from my personality. I feel comfortable on so many different levels. As if I had lived with adopted parents all my life and here I found my birth mother. It somehow feels right. I belong. The dirt, the noise, the hectic crowds, the central nervous system of public transportation. I feel like I finally blend, as if I can melt into the fabric of this city.

I am grateful for a handful of people that have accompanied me on this journey. Sven, my ultimate tour guide to the underworld. More important than that, a truly awesome individual. I’m glad he turned out to be the person that he is today.

Scott, for sharing the second leg of this adventure with me. It was fun trying to show him around although I myself am quite unfamiliar with everything there. We got to explore together.

And Marit. Because of her I have completely reset some of my thought processes and restarted my motivational engine. She understands some of the fundamental issues I’m currently facing and our conversations we had were priceless.
I feel that I can be me in this city.

There are many factors of why I want to move up north. I’d be closer to everything. Certain developments that are still too unpredictable to draw any firm conclusions from have emerged. The intrigue is huge and I have to be careful. I’m not sure if I’m just blinded by the adrenaline currently rushing through my body.
I have to say that the human connections I continuously make in Berlin keep my mind occupied long after I leave. This second trip just confirmed what I felt in the first one just four weeks earlier. I have to keep steering into that direction.
Hopefully a Blog Entry in the near future, will be about a housewarming party.