I should be sad because I'm leaving in the evening.
But the happiness of the moment is stronger.

Everybody knows those little children who put hands over their eyes when playing hide-and-seek? Perfect. I still like that way of acting. Sometimes I am not in the mood to see people or worse…to communicate. Hey, I am a "blogger", it is my duty to be absolutely antisocial. Nevertheless I have to get out in order to settle some things. Thus, I just leave my house without glasses or contact lenses. When I don't see anybody, they can't see me either, can they?

Some readers may know that my favourite DJ in Berlin is DJ Pepe Vargas. Yesterday there was an event at the Mudd Club and as I have gotten on the DJ’s nerves for weeks asking again and again for some songs he didn’t know, he finally told me to bring a cd. Incredible. He played all my favourites that I hadn’t heard in a German disco before. La Fiesta Pagana, La Madre de José, Reggaetón. We were dancing and dancing…I didn’t even notice that my right foot was bleeding. Autsch. I only stopped when I realized that my bra’s strap had broken…

Moral:
Girls, let’s dance: careful and not too wild
If you don’t want embarrassment like a child.

We were lying in bed trying to get some sleep. But I couldn’t. Maybe it was because subconsciously I didn’t want to fall asleep. Why should I miss a single second of this great feeling of our bodies being so close to each other?
So, towards morning when he was already snoring I became quite restless. Every ten minutes I turned around, waking him up with my moves. Time and again he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I’m not talking about two or three times. It seemed to be a million times. And he just, again and again, opened his eyes patiently and smiled happily. It was a warm smile that seemed to come directly from the sun. How is this possible? The men I used to know didn’t care. They didn’t even wake up when I really tried to wake them up. And this wonderful man here who doesn’t know me at all was so sensitive to feel my inner unrest. Maybe he can’t remember and for him everything happened in a kind of half-dream. But still.
When I told him that I was sorry that I didn’t let him sleep he just looked at me with his famous smile and said: "Never mind. I’m with you“. Maybe he doesn’t remember but for me... This sentence touched my soul.

Back from Milan yesterday and straight towards London tomorrow. Yo!
Sorry:
-Blog still on vacation-

-email 3 months ago-

I am sorry that I have not talked to you in such a long time. I am also sorry to tell you such horrible news. M. was killed two weeks ago in a car accident. My life is so sad and I cannot believe that something so bad could happen only three weeks after we got married. I am so lost and I really have no other words to say. I am grateful however that you got the chance to meet him. I will always love him and I miss him every single day we are apart. I hope you are well and keep me in your prayers. T.

Where is the sun? Behind the clouds? And why are the clouds there?
We need some summer days before autumn, don't we???

Why do some persons make everything so complicated?

...is going on in good old Germany...?
And in the ruling city?
PLEASE fill me in!!!!!!