Berlin was calling. I had to go. Like the years before. When you’ve been to Berlin once before (and ain’t not sick of it already), you just have to return. Every summer this city calls me by a feeling or just by plain Austrian fatigue. Then I book a flight, make no plans and off I go.
This is a short photo-blog-post of my impressions.
“Is this a computer film or a normal film?” I recently overheard a question of a girl directed at her boyfriend near a movie theater. The guy told her that they were about to watch Terminator 4 and it would be a “normal film but with lots of computer stuff”. The girl sighed. “Nobody falls in love with anybody in those movies…”
Today was one of the days you won’t forget. But what was the essence of this day, the overall theme of its uniqueness? Experience I say, in many ways.
If you want to read about Stefan Sagmeister, a sudden incident and a cat, sacrifice ten minutes of your precious time and read on.
It was a cloudy and dark evening when John’s mother died. The slow decay of her mind over the past years, the fact that her skin slowly grew as grey as the walls in her room here in the local hospital, all these things made John think about joining her at this very moment. There wasn’t anything more that John could do for her.
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