BERLIN DIARIES: Block Party
Dear Reader, Yesterday evening I was caught by an attack of what is generally referred as a writer’s block. However dear Reader, you should know that you are lucky because two things unlocked me… But more about that later… Berlin by night Yesterday we went to Alexanderplatz in Berlin, we were hungry as hell and … Read more
BERLIN DIARIES : Couscous & Paranoïa
Klaus est de retour ! Oui, le putain de serveur canon de Starbucks est là ce soir. Et Jim jubile. Mais s’il-te-plait Klaus, (faisons comme s’il s’appelait réellement Klaus. Jim prétend qu’il s’appelle “Félix”) ne fait pas semblant d’ignorer Jim ! Je ne vais pas pouvoir le contrôler longtemps ! Berlin. Jour 3. Gé-fucking-nial. Peut-être … Read more
BERLIN DIARIES: Couscous & Paranoia
Klaus is back. I mean, the Starbucks bloody gorgeous waiter is back. And Jim is jubilating. But please, Klaus, (let’s pretend his name is Klaus. Jim heard it might be “Felix”) don’t turn your back on him! I won’t be able to control him. Berlin. Day 3. A-fucking-mazing. Maybe because what we did today had … Read more
BERLIN DIARIES : Alerte à la bombe !
BOUM BOUM POW! Jim et moi sommes violemment réveillés, non loin de Frankfurt en Allemagne, au son d’une explosion. Une explosion en guise de sonnerie de réveil. Petite douceur matinale. Cette semaine commence donc comme un pet de lapin sur une toile cirée. Surpris et relativement choqués, nous nous levons comme un seul homme. Mais … Read more
BERLIN DIARIES: Beware, slipping subway
Second day in Berlin now, and now everything seems not as exciting as it appeared yesterday. The biggest disappointment, as I’m typing this article: Where the hell is this bloody gorgeous waiter? Ahem… So after a night sleeping with the delicate noise of trucks passing by, we decided to have breakfast… And as I decided … Read more
