A break, the countryside.
Sunshine.
Walking on clay, endless roads, sitting on the field contemplating the world.
Sleep, dreams. Stars.
So many stars that your head spins around.
Rain.
Wet shoes.
Laying my head, waiting for the weekend,
waiting for the rain to stop,
waiting for you.

concrete jungle book

After spending nearly two weeks in bed in a coma-like dream, I decided it's time to go. And I went. A 48-hour train-tram-ferry-foot-bus-hitchhike-foot trip passed all smoothly considering the state I left Finland in. Arriving in Germany, I didn't feel like I was entering a foreign country. It was rather like coming home; here are my friends and also my flat would be here somewhere waiting for me.

After that everything was a catastrophe. No details here, since I still don't know if it's funny or just tragic. No, wait - it is funny. First all my stuff was gone. Then my computer. And then just everything and everybody. Lost, broken, late, damaged. And yet it was one of the highlights of the year, sitting alone on the street with a kitchen cupboard, watching the rainclouds roam above, having no home or belongings apart from that damn cupboard that was too heavy for me to carry anyway, and then - spotting a giant 2-meter tall plastic ice-cream on someones balcony. What the fuck? Starting to laugh. A man walks by, starts to laugh too. I'm in Berlin. It will be allright.

Now I feel like I was living in a jungle. The birds sing so loudly that you can't even hear the traffic. Somebody has painted a sun on my ceiling.
My flat is so cold that I'm sitting on the balcony to keep myself comfortable. It's September.

berlin

Oh, how to describe it.

Maybe like this: I drank two cups of coffee and now I've been awake for nearly 36 hours straight.