Bye bye Sydney

Adieu

Voyeurs?

I posted more stuff lately...unfortunately we are still by a quite mediocre 1 reaction every fifth post, on the average...not very interactive...apparently readers are more than those who post...that is nice to know...
I wonder whether I should change the "whole policy" of this blog and make it "spicier"...
Ill give this thought a try then, let us see what happens...
All I can say, in my first attempt to bring some fresh air into this, is that tonight I have a date...
It is the first time that it happens since October 2006...so I guess it is really big news...

I woke up at 5.15 a.m. this morning: I am not sure Ill be very brilliant tonight...whatever, the girl is really interesting.
A hug for the whole of you...

Because........

Why is J. Johnson so famous?
Why are Italian voters so damned stubborn?
Why does every sunday newspaper bullshit about food recipes?
Why are Germans so stiff?
Why will the Olympics take place in Beijing?
Why is London so expensive?
Why do Turkish men drive only BMW cars?
Why do Swiss people talk so funny any of the languages they are supposed to know?
Why is Venice so empty?
Why is San Francisco so far away?
Why does Haneke make another "Funny Games"?
Why doesn´t my flatmate like cats?
Why is Lausitzerstrasse always on the spot?

I talk to the wind

There is no reason in drinking so much...there is not even a need for it...it just happens...I am really proud of myself tonight because at half past 2 I took the way home...
The new album from Portishead does not belong to the present, not even to the future...such a huge disappointment...
I miss playing, laughing, being in vacation and she. Period.

Recent readings

Vonnegut - Slaughterhouse-Five
Arendt - Eichmann in Jerusalem
McEwan - On Chesil Beach
McEwan - Enduring Love
Hobsbawm - On the Edge of the New Century

Posting and being posted...

"I think most people who maintain blogs are doing it for some of the same reasons I do: they like the idea that there’s a place where a record of their existence is kept — a house with an always-open door where people who are looking for you can check on you, compare notes with you and tell you what they think of you."
Have a look

Bemerkungen um ein langweiliges Leben

I smoked a cigarette this afternoon while working and met by chance an italian girl who is working in another Insitute, just in front of mine. She studied the same as I, in the same small and depressing city (Forlí) but started three years and a half ago. Well, you know what happened, she asked me if she could use the informal language with me (in German you can either use the second singular person - informal - or the third plural - formal...in italian is something similar)...
Do I look so old? Serious I do look for sure...that is more a feeling than a anything else...anyway it has been really surprising...
Actually I have been talking with a couple of friends about my dark circles around the eyes on saturday night...apparently some people think already they are a sort of permanent feature of my look...that is probably true but kind of sad at the same time...
Is there a way to get rid of those? Is there a way to be 27 years old and not think that the best is somehow gone, at some point of somebody´s life that we are not actually able to remember?
It would be cool to be like the main character of this book I am reading: able to let his mind fly back and forth throughout his own life, having consciousness of what went first and what afterwards, but in the condition of flying back to some older moments and consider them again...(by the way, the book is from Vonnegut and I am not sure this character looks really "normal"...enough of this).
The history of Riga and Charchow today, Peter the Great tomorrow...the only 2 new issues I am coping with so far...peace.

I'm waiting for the train
Subway that only goes one way
The stupid thing that'll come to pull us apart
And make everybody late
You spent everything you had
Wanted everything to stop that bad
Now I'm a crashed credit card registered to Smith -
Not the name that you called me with
You turned white like a saint
I'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold-flaked paint
Oh we're so very precious, you and I
And everything that you do makes me want to die
Oh I just told the biggest lie
I just told the biggest lie
The biggest lie

Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways
You vanish with no guile
And I will not pay
But the soul can wait
The soul can wait
Well it is still pretty wet
With all these leaks
We’ll be fine
We’ll be fine
But if it’s still pretty wet
With all these leaks
We'll be fine, oh
And supervised
Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways
And you vanish with no guile
And I will not pay
But the soul can wait
I felt you so much today
I know you try
You tried straight into my heart
You fly straight into my heart
Girl, I know you try
You fly straight into my heart
You fly straight into my heart
But here comes the fault...
So much for make believe, I'm not sold
So much of dreams deceive, I'm not prepared to know
Your heart makes me feel
Your heart makes me bold
For always and ever, I'll never let go
Always concealed
Safe and inside, alive!
Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways
In a passion it broke
I pull the black from the grey
But the soul can wait
I felt you so much today...

Back on track

I moved in the new apartement with my friend Marthe...the flat is soo huge and sunny and empty in equal parts...
I live in hier, in the most turkish part of Berlin , apparently...

University began again and the courses are much better, now that I finally managed to change the main subject and landed to history, leaving the boring stuff about path dependency, insitutionalism and transition/transformation...fuck yeah!

I have been in Spain for a week, visited so many beautiful places, that I could hardly believe it! Sevilla is an amazing city, I think I would like to fall in love again in that city, if that is ever gonna happen...the sea, the food, my friends there, the dry and sunny weather have been amazing...I would higly recommend to update your priority list concerning travels and find a way to plan a visit to Andalusia: it just rocks!

The new apartment has a small but cozy extra room, so if you want to come and stay in Berlin for a while, you know you just have to let me know on time and you are welcome.

Working and studying and working keeps me busy and that is all I can wish for myself right now...the rest will come someday.

I guess that is it!
take care.