DEAR BERLIN,

2018 - 24

I made these pictures for you to remember that I existed in you...

They talk of these cold nights, grey days, early spring mornings,

about meeting friends in parks, situationships that won’t last,

walking alone through tall buildings and getting lost in your outskirts.

They are about waiting for busses, and missing busses,

meeting happy faces, friendly faces, sad faces in your labyrinth of colourful lines

which hold all parts of you together.

......

Oh, Berlin, you make me nostalgic.

I’m looking at your trees with no leaves

I reminisce about the time when you let my sweat run down my body.

It makes me jealous to hear of the ones who once again couldn’t wait

and escaped the greyest of your winter days.

I’m walking home after a long shift of work and rise again for another early one.

I´m in a haste catching the train.

I see tired, exhausted, depressed faces.

We all go through something, inside us a story which we all carry differently.

We tend to forget, living in you, breathing with you

connects us in some or another way, making you our similarity.

.....

I´m looking into eyes asking me for some change, food, anything I can spare

you make me hate that I´m frowning my face

holding my breath while passing streets and places

where people urinated and defecated.

.......

And each year I watch the leaves fall of trees - one by one.

And now that I'm gone

I’m sad I’m leaving you

because although loving you is hard

you will always have a place deep in my heart.

Dear Berlin,

I will see you again.

Please, don't forget me.