When I went out of the residence Ketru and Dany where searching in internet how to go to a restaurant. They wanted to have a “brunch”, they heard about this place the night before in the TV channel of Berlin.
11:20 a.m. I arrived at Ewersbalder. I continue taking pictures on the direction to Mauer Park.


The way is really dangerous because of the ice, I’m not used to it, where I come from is more like desert. I walk slowly.
I see an old book with pictures from the Second World War times, almost all of them are about plains, but also there is a man’s life in pictures, he was a soldier. I see also carpets, chairs, mirrors...I eat a Rostwurst…lots of things that nobody uses anymore, so they sell them. My feet are freezing.

12:45 p.m. I stop for a coffee, in a kiosk, 1.30 euros.
Almost all the things that I’ve seen (or noticed) are not practical, are remembers. Ella Fitzgerald sings (“my heart belongs to daddy”) and I realise that possibly the people who lives around here are use to this objects, I’ will not find nothing strange in all these strange, personal, life objects. I´m really cold.

13:00 p.m. I decide to leave the market. I ask a woman where to catch the U-bahn and she answer that she doesn’t know.
13:47 p.m I arrive at Postdamer Platz.
I choose it because it’s in the same U-bahn line, because it has also a very different appearance, different uses, “language” ... and almost everybody could recognise it.
The scene is completely changed. I take pictures again. I go to the Sony Centre.
There is a wireless net. There are fewer things in the street here; the image seems to be care… by the company, by the local government? I see a man cleaning dressed with a orange uniform. I also see a big signal showing where Prenzlauerberg was.
14: 30p.m. I took the U-bahn back to the residence.
18:00 p.m. I meet Andrej, from Check Republic; he goes to Spain and wants to know about Andalucía. I explained to him how to get to Alfalfa and Alameda, I tell him to go on Tuesday to eat in that barbecue in the place where once my mother saw Camarón, he say that he will search in internet for Camarón.











1 comment:
Hey Pilli!
Coolie blog hast Du da.
Ich klopfe gleich mal bei Dir für eine Kippenpause!
Vielleicht auch für ein Bier, denn mein letztes Referat in diesem Semester ist endlich vorbei!
Danny
PS: Klar gibt es Nonnen in Berlin
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