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Sunset at Alexanderplatz

Fernsehturm

Since I moved to Berlin it feels like there has been this shadow looming over my life. I know that everybody sings the praise of Berlin our saviour and provider of all that is good in the whole wide urban world. This is all well and good, and I agree. But it is time we adressed the big ball in the sky. The ugly, omnipresent eye of the Fernsehturm.

Berlin’s lack of highrise buildings is a blessing, but the Berliner genie stuck to the proud tradition of wish-granting, immaterial beings everywhere and tainted the blessing with the ever-present Fernsehturm.

Lately the weather has been cold. Hell, snow even sticks to and stays on the ground. It has for a week now, at least. It’s getting warmer, though, and that means fog. Sight-reducing, blessed fog that obscures the abomination in the sky.

That’s why I was happy to take a photo of the Fernsehturm today. That’s why this photo of the Fernsehturm is my favourite ever, by me, by anyone. Because you can’t see it.

Know your shadow

To shine with your true light, show your shadows.

Copenhagenize

Went to Copenhagen once. Went again. And again.

That was many, many years ago.

But recently I went again. And saw this.

It was more exciting before.

Turn

Twist, bend, adapt.

Division Bell

Try as you might to divide your life into neat, ordered sections, it’s nature is chaos, and chaos will persist. Might as well embrace it.

Atopia

Atopia is one of the first cafes I set my foot in when I arrived in Berlin, and it remains a regular. There is nothing special about it. The food isn’t even that good, and according to my fiancee the cakes are horrible. But it is spacious and open, unpretentious and feels a little bit like home. In other words, a little bit like Berlin itself.

Oh, how does this wall relate to Atopianer? I was sitting outside and looking up, as you do.

Dynamic Daddy Duo

Leben

Oh, I almost forgot.
I created life.

Viktalia was born 13.05.2015, weighed 3060 grams and was measured to be 53 cm long, although the midwife didn’t stretch her out completely so we usually add a centimeter and a half to that.
Much like both parents do when asked about their own heights.

‘Leben’ means both ‘life’ and ‘to live’ in German. It is a nounable verb and a verbable noun, which I think is nice.

Pasteller Berg

We live in Pasteller Berg, an area of Berlin where buildings have pastel colours. I don’t know how familiar you are with Berlin, but it’s either brick-coloured – old, worn, crusty brick-coloured – or steel-concrete-glass-grey. Or pastel. We live the pastel life.

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