me too & me neither
+++i used to be darker +++ concussion +++ la piscina +++kazoku+++
this was my berlinale. it was quite good, really bad, not really good and unsurprisingly good.
say what!?
saturday morning in january. pure sunshine. a tiny kiosk-turned-café on an alley with old trees. people coming to have coffee, read newspapers, meet friends, hang out. bringing their dogs, their kids, their bikes, their phones. reading quietly, laughing loudly, smoking, talking, solving cross words, playing childrens’ games, playing dogs’ games, queueing, eating, drinking, leaving, coming back. this is tel aviv.
shoes again.
he's a WHAT: it's still there.
Today I randomly recalled one hot summer day, more than 2 years ago. I went to Berlin on a business trip with my new business phone for which I had finally figured out how to use its mute button. There was a surprising timeframe between a meeting and a conference call and my train back. So I asked…
but still much better than ordering a baiser rather than a merengue in a french bakery…
kubbe with pumpkin. delicious.
wismar by the baltic coast. formerly the home of pirates, devoted christians and communists. now still beautiful.
i love snow. and someone loves me.
amateur women in berlin with a passion for modern dance.
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