"...before we knew it, we were all sitting around talking about Hitler. Because I don’t know what could be more festive than talking about Hitler."
This blog Motherhood in New York cracks me up! Also I started reading "Hope: A Tragedy" last night. Since Berlin sounds like the gaza strip during new years night, I could not sleep until 3 a.m. The book is really funny and yet deep and yet stirring and yet... I am only on page 70 but I love it already. Read it if you do not have anything else to do right now.
Funny how you stop reading "Anna Karenina" about which I will write something sooner or later (give me a little time to digest, please) and not once in the godammit 3 months I needed to finish those 1000 pages anything crossed my path to remind me of Russia or Tolstoi or a forbidden love affair, you name it, and I start reading about the Third Reich and boooom, everywhere you turn you read Hitler or Jews or Holocaust again. I read the book and find this post and somehow, maybe it is my new years hangover, I see a connection. Before I see more connections and loose myself on the first day of the new year in thoughts the world does not need really, I will go and take a shower, a much needed shower I might add!
Happy New Year to everybody out there reading my blog! Thanks for following me around!
Found out that the noise until 3 wasn't like the ususal new years hysterical celebrators but, typical for Kreuzberg, some people, presumably autonomous fighters for anarchy (though I rather suspect turkish youngsters who pretend to be autonomous fighters for anarchy, or maybe really they are but in a whole different sense, or they are fighters for "freedom" and feel they sympathize with the palestines in Gaza) set a huge trash container on fire, waited for the police and fire department to arrive and then had a little back and forth battle with them on the corner of our street 2 blocks away. Yeah, May 1st celebration I can smell you in the air already!
When bicycling to work this morning I saw the black and wet and smelling remainders (thanks to my friend Brad Thomas Birchett I realized the word rest is german and does not mean remainders in English/Thank you Brad!) shattered all over the intersection. But this is Berlin, it will all be removed by, say, mhm, monday, or maybe tuesday.
This blog Motherhood in New York cracks me up! Also I started reading "Hope: A Tragedy" last night. Since Berlin sounds like the gaza strip during new years night, I could not sleep until 3 a.m. The book is really funny and yet deep and yet stirring and yet... I am only on page 70 but I love it already. Read it if you do not have anything else to do right now.
Funny how you stop reading "Anna Karenina" about which I will write something sooner or later (give me a little time to digest, please) and not once in the godammit 3 months I needed to finish those 1000 pages anything crossed my path to remind me of Russia or Tolstoi or a forbidden love affair, you name it, and I start reading about the Third Reich and boooom, everywhere you turn you read Hitler or Jews or Holocaust again. I read the book and find this post and somehow, maybe it is my new years hangover, I see a connection. Before I see more connections and loose myself on the first day of the new year in thoughts the world does not need really, I will go and take a shower, a much needed shower I might add!
Happy New Year to everybody out there reading my blog! Thanks for following me around!
Found out that the noise until 3 wasn't like the ususal new years hysterical celebrators but, typical for Kreuzberg, some people, presumably autonomous fighters for anarchy (though I rather suspect turkish youngsters who pretend to be autonomous fighters for anarchy, or maybe really they are but in a whole different sense, or they are fighters for "freedom" and feel they sympathize with the palestines in Gaza) set a huge trash container on fire, waited for the police and fire department to arrive and then had a little back and forth battle with them on the corner of our street 2 blocks away. Yeah, May 1st celebration I can smell you in the air already!
When bicycling to work this morning I saw the black and wet and smelling remainders (thanks to my friend Brad Thomas Birchett I realized the word rest is german and does not mean remainders in English/Thank you Brad!) shattered all over the intersection. But this is Berlin, it will all be removed by, say, mhm, monday, or maybe tuesday.
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