February 7 2015
I don’t know, it’s poetry for me. It’s life in a nutshell, it’s suppose to have a deeper meaning and above all, it’s so damn mysterious. Like, how can it be, that a chair that from this distance seems to be fully functional, is resting there in the middle of the sidewalk for everyone to see and no one has claimed it so far. Are there no Landlords about that early that need another seat for their flea market living room bar? The other mystery of course being: How did the chair got there in the first place? Come to think of it, it was kinda noisy last night, but still, no matter how hard I try, I can’t really think of a scenario that results in an old chair being abandoned here on Spreewaldplatz. Can you?
January 1 2015
Ok, they look pretty flimsy in the pictures, the fireworks. They weren’t that impressive to start with but it went on for ages. It’s traditional.
When I was younger and less experienced than today I had this idea that all the money they spend on rockets and firecrackers should go to some professional Pyrotechnician so that he could do something really spectacular that would leave everyone awestruck. I didn’t realize that I was missing the point completely. It’s all about lighting the fuse. People just love that. That’s why all the new year rockets you can buy are so crappy. It doesn’t matter if they result in one pathetic purple glow as long as you can light the fuse.
December 30 2014
See what I mean about the sludge? Even so, it’s definitely an improvement to how it looked before. Which reminds me, yesterday, early morning, still dark, a loud and persistent scraping sound prematurely terminated my dream of eucalyptus forests and lukewarm lakes. As I was lying there half asleep, half awake, figuring out that someone must be shoveling snow from the pavement, so that the postman doesn’t slip when he gets here to deliver my belated Christmas presents. Only, it wouldn’t stop, it went on for ages and I was lying there getting pretty irritated, thinking, how long can it take to clear a strip of sidewalk for the postman. But then I felt guilty, cause the shoveling guy was doing a service for the community, he had to get up really early, while I was still in bed, starting the day with a power snooze. Then I felt happy cause it wasn’t me who had to get up early, and then irritated again cause the scraping just wouldn’t stop. Oh, it was a turmoil of emotions.
December 29 2014
Finally I found words again. Tonight it snowed profusely. It looked so beautiful this morning and everyone seemed to have so much fun. I love the snow. Probably because it is such a rare commodity in my home country. Long ago, the first time I experienced snow, I remember it so vividly. Like today it had snowed overnight and I woke up in the morning and something was off. The room looked different. It was from the light that reflected from the ground outside. And it was so quiet cause the snow muffled all the sounds. And it looked so beautiful, so clean, so pure, so completely different from the day before. Downside being, it never lasts that long. Especially in the city. Come evening it’s just a carpet of filthy sludge. Better enjoy it now.
September 6 2014
So I was wrong again. The Allianz Tower actually blocks out the morning sun during a short period in the year. In the summer it went well over it and in the Winter it rises to the right of it. But in the Spring and in the Fall it disappears behind it for a few minutes. But come to think of it, that makes it even more attractive. The tower that is. How the sun breaks through the glass. Makes you wanna be there in the morning. Or maybe not. If you were up there you might feel lonely and wish to be down here with all the other folks. I mused on this before.
October 4 2014
It’s been a week. What have I been doing? Days seem to drift by. Just like that. Not even bad days, or days of boredom. Nothing of that sort. I might say as far as autumns go, this one is pretty decent.
Last night I just couldn’t sleep, so I stayed by the window watching the sun rise. It was awesome; as in really awesome, cause nowadays everything is supposed to be awesome, awesome this, awesome that. Can you make it by nine? Awesome! What’s awesome about someone being able to make it by nine. That is not even extraordinary, let alone awesome. But if there is anything really awesome I guess it has to be the sun. Never stops to amaze me. It’s virtually the definition of awesomeness. What a game changer.
September 27 2014
There was this rally today right in front of my window. A rally against the refugee policies from the government I guess. They chose this spot because of what has happened at the Gerhart-Hauptmann-Schule, just around the corner a few weeks ago. Though I’m not sure they all realize what actually had happened there. A common misconception is that the school was evacuated in order to deport the refugees back to wherever they came from, when in fact it was evacuated because someone got killed there and that seemed to prove that conditions had become unbearable. There were speeches at the rally and they had such a powerful PA that it was almost impossible not to hear what they had to say. Half of it was in french though, which I can’t understand really. Then they played some Reggae tunes. It’s sad to see how refugees got stigmatized with Reggae in this day and age. Is there no justice anymore. If I was a refugee and I am in a way, I would not like to be associated with that awful music in any form, nor with the Didgeridoo, thank you very much.
September 25 2014
I had writers block. Couldn’t think of anything to tell for two days. Well, some might argue that this hasn’t stopped me before, but his time it’s different. I guess it’s to do with coming back from Brussels and everything here being just like before, so I said to myself: What’s the point?! But then, it’s not completely like before cause in the meantime the summer has gone and all of a sudden it’s autumn. Yes, the days are shorter, colder and by and large more depressing. And if that sound to negative, I like the cold and the dark and the melancholy that comes with it. And besides, the nights are so much quieter now.
September 22 2014
Today I was on Business in Brussels. I got a room on the fourth floor and the view wasn’t half bad but it was no match for my window in Berlin. Brussels is a bit like Paris in parts, but with lot’s of new buildings everywhere. Why is that? Brussels never got bombed during WW II, so how do they found all that room for modern stuff? Or did they just had a lot of old and ugly buildings that needed tearing down. On the plane the steward mistook me for a duck. I guess I should be used to it by now, but what kind of duck has no wings and arms and hands. You don’t need to have a Phd in Biology to spot the difference, do you?
September 21 2014
Every now and then this array of bicycles appears right in front of our block and then an hour later or so it’s gone again. I always try to watch it closely to see what people come with it and probably even find out what they are doing here, but so far no luck. Either I get distracted by something else or I have a little power nap. For some strange reason, I never saw who came and went on those bikes. Oh well, one of these days I’m gonna catch them. Or maybe it’s one of them time traveling array of bikes that really appear and then disappear without a trace.