Chaotic

From the outside point of view my life seems to be running in a very orderly and regularly way. Just doing some sports, meeting friends, going out for a dinner and have time for myself. But when you take a look a bit closer you see, I drive much through the city, I have so many friends who like to spent time with me and end of the discussion is, to bring this all together is every week a challenge, simply chaotic.

 

Just start on Monday, maybe the reason why doing this blog in English today. Visiting J. for a short round Kubb and then going to the Gleisdreieck, introducing a new person to other players, doing this all in English, it´s a lot of fun. I found a person completing my friends circle just on that way, so cool.

 

So trying something new this week, going out for a typical Chinese restaurant. Ordering in Chinese language is like getting lost in the own city, so beautiful. Take some cucumber in a spicy style. The chicken in a broth out of glass noodles, mushrooms and spices which I cannot assign, is not really my taste, good that my friend ordered this. I take some beef in a bed of vegetables, seasoned powerful with cumin is more my style.

 

So just flying to the weekend. After a long period of time I decided to take the way to good old Saxony, just visiting my parents, there care dog, a very calm and sweet dachshund, this translation is very crazy but obviously right and last but not least my grandma and grandpa in there new flat. It was how I expected it, nothing special, just have some traditional DDR food, going out for collecting some ideas for my new room and just coming back happy to Berlin. All good.

Fragen

Wie ist es zu Hause gewesen?
Schön. Wie Urlaub. Ein Ort wo die Zeit anscheinend nicht vergeht, nichts passiert. Ein Ort wo man in Fragen lebt.
Warum ich so dünn geworden bin?
Eigentlich habe ich kein Kilogramm abgenommen. Nur meine Hosen und Shirts trage ich etwas enger, das scheint die Optik zu verändern.
Wie es mit dem Diplom aussieht?
Ganz klar, die Sache muss bis August abgeschlossen?

Kurzes schweigen.

Eine Freundin? Nein. Gibt es da in Berlin nicht genug? Schweigen. Ich weiß es nicht.

Kurzes schweigen.

Wie es in der Zukunft weitergeht?
Ich will in Berlin bleiben. Achso, das heißt du kommst gar nicht mehr zurück? Nein. Höchtens an Geburtstagen am Wochenende.

Langes Schweigen.

Die Reise nach Hause war auch ein Fluchtversuch. Aber es scheint weiterhin ein Schatten mich zu begleiten, ich kenne ihn, auch wenn er Anonym bleiben will.