On my second visit to Berlin, I was based at a friend’s house in Kreuzberg.
From there I adventured forth into the unknown … back there I returned to rest and process.
These are some of my clumsily remembered impressions.
travelling through a data storm
places, streets, buildings, people
sounds, smells, shadow and light
bicycles, bicycles, bicycles
remember
look left then look right
stories friends have told me
images I can’t forget
like a girl with false moustache
robbing banks as a man
trying to meet the moroccan
takes up several days
even with three shared tongues
communication has delays
aimless stoned cycling – lovely!
stumbled onto the footy fanmeile
brandenburg gate a coke ad
football fans a coloured swirl
ferris wheel, food stalls, souvenirs
big screen primed for germany v turkey
overcast friday in kreuzberg
melancholy september day
anniversaries of failure
memories of love gone sour
better days arrive, of course
bathed in synchronicity
“no one ever steps
in the same river twice”
read this well-known saying
three times in the same week
twice in books
once in a graveyard
sunny sunny daze are long
twilight glows ‘til nine or ten
breeze enough for comfort
cool as this fabulous town
