A while ago my charming friend Aleks asked me to take a set of analogue pictures for her with one of those trashy disposable cameras. I just found these and fell in love. Don't you like the grain? ...does anyone want to give me a photoshop-layer for that? Otherwise I will just have to do this more often.
In May, when I had just moved to my new appartment, Andi came by, smoked a cigarette and left. These were missing ever since, so I think he will be happy that I found them, too.
Ever dropped your phone in the toilet? Well, I did a couple months ago. Ever spilled a beer on your laptop? Well, I just did. Hope I can still write tomorrow. If not, I must say: it was nice to know you.
Coughing and sneezing, freezing and drinking I'm home after a nine hour trip from the new to the old capital. I ate a huge sausage in the rain and read >>Lisa's<< wonderful >>book<< while a tear drop almost hit the last page before I closed it. The two young girls geeking on the front seats about their new university town made me smirk a little.
Sometimes yearnings go in opposite directions. It's nice to be here, but it will be even nicer to go back.
Summer is almost over now. While I was traveling for two months straight, time knocked me out, grinded me through the mill, took me some of my dearest things in life and spit me out again.
For the next few weeks I promised myself not to get on a plane, to concentrate on the important and to find myself again. Because somewhere, during this summer, I lost my mind on the road.
Sometimes things don't go the way you want them to. Plans change and life takes unexpected turns. I will be gone for another week to remember and to say good bye.
Being back in Berlin is quiet and nice, it even got cooler now, but I have the blues. I miss Macedonia. I'm not taking pictures, I'm unsettled and nervous. I wish I could turn back time. And am already looking for flights back to Skopje.