Dirty, beautiful, outgoing but at the same time cold metropole, where new friends and lover meet because they are curious about each other. I’m talking about Berlin. The city that, more than any other city I’ve been to, has a sort of “I live for today and only today” spirit over it. I guess the reason I left Berlin in the first place must be as simple as: I never stay for long. Not until I find the place where I really connect. Where my feet are on the earth, metaphorically speaking.
Where is that place anyway? Is it where I am right now? Do you find that place when you force yourself to be satisfied? Is it as wonderful as “home is where your heart is at”? Or do you just feel it in you, when you are where you’re supposed to? And last but not least: How do you even know? I could go on forever but I wouldn’t.

Now however, to talk important stuff beside all this shit I just wrote, I’m going to Berlin next week and I seriously can’t wait!!