Getting old is some nasty business. Yesterday, Feb. 22nd, I turned 26 years old. It feels weird to be in the second half of my twenties, and I believe it’s only going to get weirder and weirder over the years. It’s not about just time going by, it’s more about realizing you are actually an … Continue reading Twenty-six
More than a month has passed since 2017 made its glorious and loud entry, here in Berlin. I will spare you the usual “New year, new me” crap: I know myself well enough to know when, and if, I will change at all. Something, however, has objectively changed. I started a new job and this … Continue reading Wintering in Berlin
The best pictures of my pilgrimage, in a Flickr gallery.
An act of cowardice will not change Berlin. I am sure of this. This city has endured worse wounds than this one for half a century, it has welcomed refugees from all over the world (even from Berlin to Berlin). Its inhabitants are among the most tolerant people I know of. Deep inside, I believe … Continue reading Berlin will stay Berlin
Coming back after the pilgrimage was honestly a big relief. New challenges lie ahead of me, and I’ll be happy to face them now.