September came to an end...

I realized that I started to forget faces, names and the way people smile...I listen to "Blonde on Blonde" and once more I realize that some music albums are just perfect...this one is one of those...every track is special and unforgettable, every time for some different reason...1966...ages ago...

I go to Czech Republic for the second time this year...once more as a tourist...once more with a feeling of unaccomplished life behind and toward...university is not going the way I would like to see myself in...

It has been raining the whole day and all I managed is having helped a friend with some burocratic stuff...

I am not lazy, I think I am just unfit to keep on doing what I am now...

Because sometimes we are not just football and pizza...

Berlin beim Untergang

I have been working almost 12 hours but nevertheless I did not "produce" anything special today...the nice thing is that I spent the dinner with some students from Eastern Europe, that is something I always like so much...


Around 7.40 p.m. I was on top of the Reichstag ...the view is amazing, the city I live in is very charming by night...and I felt so lonely somehow...the students I was bringing around were taking pictures, having fun and were so excited to be there...I was so moved by the atmosphere over there...on top of the dom...and I realized how lonely you can feel even if beauty surrounds you all over the place, sometimes even more becuase of that...should I have called somebody? I did not find anybody I really felt like sharing this feeling with...maybe because of the feeling, maybe because of my adress book...

I am finally home, I needed a drink so badly and I am having it listening some old stuff by Micah P. Hinson...tomorrow is going to be the same as today...but at least I am not going on top of the Reichstag by doom...

Cheers

Bier und Deutschland

Koeln und die dümmste Menschen Europas

So traurig

From September the fourth

Damien Hirst and the oddness of modern art

From a very famous, rich and over evaluated artist to some unknown overenriched business man...because culture has no price, uh?

""I think the market is bigger than anyone knows," ... "I love art and this proves I'm not alone and the future looks great for everyone" D.H.

nice 1.0

je voudrais ecrir beaucoup but this fucking french keyboard got on my nerves...even onthat they do feel the urge to be different!

Have a look

There you go

Turkey 1.0

I write from my huge apartment in Neukölln, Berlin, Europe and wear a jacket because though sunny, it is already fall, no matter how you put it...

On the 6th I left Greece and went to Turkey, where I spent three amazing days...went to Efes, at the archeological sites...since I know this girl who works there, we could be there already at seven in the morning, we had breakfast there and enjoyed the rising up warm turkish sun...amazing!
I talked with this super cool turk who works with restoration since decades...so interesting...I saw once fresco in a cave, which is probably the first paint of Saint Paul in Christian history...WHat I did not know is that all that we see in Efes nowadays comes form the third century AD, means full on Roman times! Did not know at all....always thought it was a greek archeological site...

That part of Turkey has been an astonishing discovery and the people I met where so nice and friendly...after all those days of loneliness in Greece it is been a perfect comeback to normal life...

Kusadasi and all these super touristic places are so hugly...like a millions of places alike...closed up in a resort, drinking beer from your country and eating fried chips and ketchup...while some cheap dance music plays...I am shivering...

Food, light, colors, sounds (it was Ramadan time), faces and cats ( oh my god the cats, the 5 or 6 that jumped on my legs spontaneously and all the rest....)of this small Selcuk and neighbourhood (all that I managed to see in two days) have been a gift. Amazing.

I have told only to one person that I am back since yesterday...but I guess today Ill have a walk and enjoy company of this beautiful though crazy city...

Greece 4.1

I sleep more and more...Greece makes you lazy in a gentle way...the same way it makes your skin brown and your mood relaxed...

Did not go to the club, if there was any doubt...mt narcisism is apparently not as strong as I think...

I went to the same beach today too...swam and read like everyday...the bar at the beach is so full of this lazyness that I see a whole bunch of young people doing literally nothing for hours, everyday...all I do is reading and seldom try to talk with them...
But today something funny happened: you have to know that as guest of this bar there is Costa: late 30 probably, big and fat, hairy like few men I have seen are...with real titties falling over his tummy like a couple of rotten pears...well today the sexy Costa, who tries to be the dj of the bar, playing his collection of hits from the 70s and 80s in form of burnt cds (you, like R. Williams, uh? He asked me last week and became upset by my unenthusiastic answer) was either so bored or so excited ( he was talking with a female tourist on the beach for twenty minutes...well...he and his breast) to decide to let his back be shaved by the ultra bored girl working at the bar...but not totally, rather - the funny Costa thought - partially in order to have a heart-shaped hole in the black forest of his back, with a "I." on its left and a "Y." on its right...you know...I love you....
It has been so funny: the seriousness of his face, the half amused half disgusted face of the temporary back-hair dresseuse, the silent presence of the other people (who finally had found something the day would have been remembered for), the disgusting mass of sweaty-Costas hair on the floor...

But if you think that our hero was satisfied, well you are wrong and I was too...
After one hour, when the girl - probably not believing in such a positive attitude of Costa and his breast - asked him to write something in the heart-shaped skin: Costa accepted, no doubt about it!...they wrote "Power Lower"...now that I tell you the whole story I cannot believe it has been true...oh man, Costa with his pears on one side and hairless heart on the other, went back home at some point this afternoon like the one and only power-lower of Greece...amazing!

Apart from that no big news...I am leaving to Kudakasi, Turkey via Samos on friday...will visit Nadine, a friend who works at the archeological site in Efes...
I´ll tell her the story of Costa and let´s see how she reacts...kalispera...

Greece 4.0

From Yesterday:

I managed to lose a lot of stuff in these first ten days. Fortunately I also managed to get most of the things back.
Lost and (re)found: phone, sunglasses, hat, a book.
Lost: hat, ten euros, a towel, a pencil (my favourite one, damned!).

Those losses happened mostly in the first days...not used to be a traveller on the road anymore, apparently...
I left the phone at a public telephone in Samos for thirty minutes...the woman working in the car-renting agency in front of it saw that at once...it took much longer than her (half an hour?) to realize I had lost a brand new and expensive finnish phone...
Hats are not for me, that is the only clear message I got from all this losing and finding thing...

I dream of her three times a week since I am here...or at least I remember three times a week that I do....sleeping longer and deeper has also this unpleasant though unavoidable side effect...
...hugging me in Venice in my room because she wants to wake me up, driving her own green car and discussing with me, walking with me and her new young, dumb and stinky (seldom I also perceive smells in my dreams...) boyfriend while a complicated and irrational dreamy spy story takes place...plus some other situations...
Last night I woke up at five in such a bad mood because of this last dream (the spy story one) and I wondered once more what the hell is wrong with me...I think I try my best not to think about it...no way...
The dream thing has the power to make my mood so bad for half a day at least...damned how would I have broken a couple of chairs this morning!

Now that I read till the end "Mother Night" by K. Vonnegut, read about anti-Semitism in Tsarist and Soviet Russia, drank coffees and laid in the sun, swam like a crazy guy for twenty minutes and had a normal chat with another Janni, I feel ok...
I think I am going to the only club of the island tonight...I guess for two main reason:
1. need to be looked at by women because my narcisism misses the eye-flirt thing a bit after all these days by myself;
2. curiosity to see how tacky a club in an island with 800 inhabitants can be.