There is something very specila about being unemployed in Berlin. Is it all aabout the city's reputation? The allure of being part of the crowed so many books and articles were written about? A foreigner with a taste for art, desire for freedom and no job at hand?
While I'm reading "Exhiles of Berlin" by Stuart Braun, and, perhaps, this book only re-reminds me of this sleek reputation.
Today, or, rather, in my case.
Rents have probably tripled at least in the last years. I find myself on a full salary and coming bonus for three more full months. I'm walking around my beloved mitte, spending my mornings at newly opened wonderful fitness studios, and munching on the tastiest pizza after, sitting across from Tachless - once a renowned squat house and shelter for the outside artists, and today - a for-profit beautiful Fotografask building, which is more of a pass time locations between its bars and restaurant, than a museum, but also an exhibition space for photography and multimedia art projects.
The streets are clean, the air is fresh. It's +10 on this January 3d and almost smells like spring. It won't be for long, but this is what it is today. And I'm loving every bit of it. Thank you, Berlin, sorry I did not believe in you earlier!