twenty years – what could happen in so many years? – a little girl can grow into a little miss – wars can be fought – people can attempt to change the world – cell phones can diminish to a midget of their original size – and two countries can chant “wir sind das volk” and become one
angela merkel was just getting out of a sauna, when she heard – i was seven and for the first time in my life i watched the news with ardour – the people attempting to leave their country and crowd into the prague embassy, that was more exciting than any cartoon or silly movie could ever be – history was being written and i was right there
why o why did i leave berlin behind this past weekend to experience turmoil and despair, instead of staying for today and celebrating?
fall of the berlin wall – that is something so incredible, so huge, so historic and, for once, i am rather proud to be german and to have my own memories of “damals” – we even have a real piece of the wall at home – i know, i know, anyone can buy one in berlin, but let’s face it, who knows where those pieces come from – ours is real, someone was actually there and brought it back from the actual night of the fall and took it themselves
and how does the world celebrate? – everyone to their own fashion – l.a. demolishes a giant cardboard wall according to scrip – london builds a melting ice-wall – and a chocolatier in paris re-built part of the wall in chocolate – great!
there is many songs that describe this day – the scorpion’s wind of change of beethoven’s ode to joy, but this somehow is the hymn of the day




drinks i know from my stays in sweet california – i’ve gotten to love them not only for their great taste, but also for their caps, in which you find little bits of odd wisdom – i aspired to collect as many as possible and make it a daily happening to open my bottle and find my personal message from the lizards – an all time favourite being “i deserve this!” or “ever danced with a lizard in the pale moonlight” – it’s simply a state of mind you need for understanding the meaning of that – and if you drink your daily SoBe, you know and you never want to stop




i found this video on my computer and was remindedof a party i held in california one day long ago – i prepared a lot of food and drinks and invited all my friends over to our wonderful apartment – i think that was the day i invented the famous carola orange punch (alcohol not detectable at first sight, you see – with campus police and such busting parties and my beloved roomate then being underage…) – anyways, the party took a funny turn, when we ran out of glasses and used jars instead – or when someone decided it was time to demonstrate his view on american truckers and what they look like – in the end, my roomate and friend neha, the crazy girl from india, a pre-med, who’d do her spare time painting in her scrubs – jon, the funniest british guy, i have met in all my live, who’s never learned that the brilliant california s
un poses a great threat for his delicate white british skin and who emerged from a long day at the beach and a cold shower afterwards looking like a lobster time and again – and myself were cleaning up and decided to commemorate this memorable moment by taking a photo of ourselves – unfortunately, jon hit the recording button on my camera and the perfect shot was lost – but we got this short clip – and i can truly say, here it is not true that a picture says more than thousand words – this speaks truly for itself and the crazyness of a california exchange year – giggle, giggle, damn, damn, weird, random, funny, oh my god, hilarious




