I finally arrived to Berlin. It is a non-complicated city. I needed to rest and a nice shower and I got those at the moment I arrived. It has been 4 days already. Today it was my first bike ride. I think I ride for 12 km. I discovered that I have muscles I didn't know before I had. I'm feeling OK, almost tempted to say happy. I'm going to see a Ianis Xanakis concert in a couple of days, with two germans and maybe a couple of brazilians. A german girl proposed me to get married with her if what I want is to stay. I said thank you. I was a little over-whelmed by the proposal. I said to her "I will think about it, first I want to see if I can get to enroll to a university in Berlin", she said "that's fine, now you know, let's go out and have some wine". We sit in the interior park outside of the art university, red squirrels and posionous berries, beautiful green grass and old structures surround us, I felt as we were the only people in the whole building. I said something like "this building looks like Michael Haneke aesthetics", she smiled. His boyfriend had a Werner-Herzog-gy voice, I told him, he said that he didn't know if that was a compliment because he had never hear someone mention to him something like that, I said "yeah, it is a compliment" he nodded. I have been smoking a lot of roll cigarrettes. Pueblo is the brand, we ran out of filters but we bought more ... I think they are cheap ... everything seems cheap compared to Switzerland. I haven't been so wasted as in Zurich. I woke up the next day at 9 PM. I watched the Big Lebowski but I didn't pay much attention, still a good movie.
I'm staying with the roomate of my flatmate, she is moving to her own place tomorrow ... I was the first person to see her new place, it is full of marxist / communist parafernalia, I liked the place ... I will hang around a lot in that place ... I only have 25 days left but I don't want to leave but also I don't want to get married yet. Or perhaps I do?
Fall is coming. You can see it on the leaves, they are changing colors really fast. Yesternight two strangers yelled to me "Shalom" which was odd because I was wearing a Kafia, I told in a low voice it is Palestinian. They were drunk so I didn't want to "engage". I didn't like them. The food has been great. Kebabs, Vietnamese, long breakfasts, lots of cigarrettes, coffee and tap water.
I saw an exhibition by Paul Klee. He seemed pretty badass and smart. I liked him. His paintings look pretty real and non-pretentious but very avant-garde-dy. Nice colors and natural traces. I think he taught many future bauhaus artists and history of art will change with him, I was humbled to be infront of his work, but then I moved to the next room and they had Goyas, I like Goya, he seems pretty fucked up and I like that. A part of the building has originals hierogryphics ... we joke a little bit about that fact ... like, fuck you, we are going to take those from your walls and bring them back home and you will not get nothing in exchange because we preserve stuff better!" Or something like that.
The wall seems pretty touristy, but I enjoyed it, I feel pretty touristy myself. I took cool pics, they were not as liked as I expected, but those are my favorites because ... just because.
