Hello Berlin
Soundbite: Violent Dreams (Crystal Castles)
Some of you might know that I’ve recently expressed an avid interest in moving to Berlin for a year or two. There aren’t any hidden reasons behind the sudden decision like a lost soulmate or the death of a rich, unknown relative, I just want to go. Did some research on living there and have concluded that I have about 4 - 5 years of working and saving before I can even think about booking the one-way ticket, which is all right by me because then I’d have sufficient work experience to live off freelance gigs for a while. It seems rash, I know, but I think it’s okay to be rash sometimes, especially when I look back now and realise that I’ve essentially not had a proper break since I was … what? 4 years old? I’ve always been either studying or working, and I’m getting pretty tired of it.
No, I don’t know any German. No, I have no relatives or friends there. In fact as far as I know, the only links I have with Germany is my name and my father’s frequent work trips to Munich. No, I do not come from a rich family so they’re not financially supporting this decision at all.
Maybe it’s just me but from what I’ve heard, read and seen, Berlin seems like the perfect place for me to grow. And also, who wouldn’t want to live in a city where you can wear something like this on the streets and not get weird stares and stifled guffaws? If you ask me, it sounds absolutely divine.
So hier komme ich, Berlin (thankew, Google translator)! I’ll see you soon, biatch.
