Berlin is the special place we call our home. While travelling the continents and discovering the world, we are constantly stumbling over cities that somehow remind us of our beloved home far, far away. This is about Finding Berlin in the distance. Because home is where your heart is.
Although I’ve been in Berlin for quite a few years now, it took a personal loss and a thorough dissection of my parents house to make this city feel like my home. Even if I wanted to move back, I couldn’t. And though nothing about the materiality of me (still) being in Berlin changed, the concept of why
By the time me and my friends packed our small Hyundai to hit the road i did not really have any vision of what the Balkans might be or look like. Since the Yugoslavian War has ended in the early 2000s the region seemed to be quite absent in German media and I hardly knew
As you will remember from my holiday blog entry about Lisbon, I am a very big fan of Lisbon. Rarely does a city have that effect on me: calming and relaxing as a summer holiday, but as exciting and challenging as a metropole. No wonder then that so many young and artistic people have settled over
There’s enough said already about Copenhagen, so I’m not going to bore you with more travel tipps. The city is a global favorite in terms of food, fashion, general style and pretty people. For someone who hadn’t visited a Scandinavian country yet, Denmark was long a front runner on my trip-list. I was eager to
I’m a really bad Berlin blogger, as most of you know. I rarely update around here and when I do, I’m five years too late for the exciting stuff. I have stopped pressuring myself, though. In fact, I enjoy roaming the same streets every day, visiting the same restaurants. Unless it’s something really new, innovative
People have been saying it: Lisboa could be the new Berlin. Rents are cheap, artists everywhere, nightlife’s so loud. Germans have had a knack for Portugal anyway, and now Europeans can all go on vacation in a city that feels more like a holiday prospect superstar: amazing nature, incredible climate, quality food (fish mate) abundance, and
Alright, I guess I am a little ashamed to say that for the past 20 glorious years that I have lived I had never attended a real, get in the dirt, tents-out, sun-kissed, music festival (a fact that Sara apparently approves of). I know. I’ve heard all about it. Maybe too much about it. I
While on this particular weekend, 97% of all Berliners traveled to the atrocity that is Fusion Festival (see Sara’s wise insights on music festival here) – not an option for me, either – I decided very un-spontaneously to spend the weekend with The Boyfriend aka Johannes and his family in Warnemünde at the Baltic Sea
You know what hasn’t been my dream? Going number 2 in a plastic box! Finally, it came true at every music festival I’ve ever been to. This is why I quit doing music festivals (I also quit having fun in general, because fun always involves dirt and I wear too expensive clothes for that now.
I needed to get out of the city, not for amusement, but to re-charge my batteries. My self-therapeutic measures (in a nutshell: a constant state of denial, combined with an overclocked CPU) can only last so long before I go completely crazy. The past few months were tough, really tough, but there’s still a long way
There’s always something about me. I’m either extremely moody, stressed out, exorbitantly overexcited or just plain weird, which is probably my normal state. When my significant other told me that perhaps I needed a little more physical activity to get my focus on track – maybe a little get-away for the weekend to create
Tandiss, our new sports- and lifestyle/health correspondent, is forcing me to be healthy. Incidentally, she is also my flat mate, which means now I have to do all sorts of sports. Among them yoga, running, and dying a little bit inside every time I have to “watch my calories”. I am a victim of