The Wall is so Thin

standing in front of the Berlin Wall now. There is this exhibition, "Topography of Terror". walking through words by words into the history, it's very gripping, terrifying. When reading history, for some reason, I always feel like running backwards in time reappearing at the same spot but years earlier, like the light travel from stars to our eyes. And since I started reading from NOW till the begining of Nazi's operation(which one should do it the other way round), it felt more like running back in time passing though slaughtering scenes. transported for 3 hours. my legs hurt, the pain went all the way up to my head.

people got killed only because of racism, power and because "they can". human being always quite inclined to do evil things when situations allow. How pathetic, sad and that's what we were made of sometimes.

Smiling face with the gun pointing to kneeing down armless jews in front of bodies of freshly dead. the graphics became so animated in front of me. the smile and they kicked the body into the hole of dead reappeared. I could hear both the sound of the gun shot and laugh so clearly. My tears dropped. My heart shake. can one imagine living in that era. enduring helplessness with fear is probably how hell is.

this wall is so thin, amazingly thin. It separated families, loves and trashed humanity. so thin so powerful but deeply tragic.

my feet felt unbearable heavy but I gotta leave here.

another rome in another planet

moving in to this nice 5 stars I presume or at least many stars hotel in the center. I was relieved and delighted. I will meet Fayjai, my old friend that lost touch for quite some time. I actually made my plan to Rome by his invite, it's rare he is around Europe and it's kina a cool idea to cruise around with old friend in Rome. another good reason is - that's what single girls do on Valentines day.

I used to not like him so much (well, I didn't hate him somehow). the reason of the dislike was he always accuse me being a banker, lucky and spoiled girl with rich parents. he never like my boyfriend that time. yet, I think he is a good person somehow. I always believe everyone got their own reasons for something.

It was a shock to me all of a sudden while I was waiting at the hotel lobby, there were 20 more other HK dudes marched in after him. I knew he was with friends but wow, that's more than a handfull, indeed. Fayejai suggested me to go tour around the city with them, so I did, and 2nd surprise was they hired a huge bus - those you see with elderlies all looking out the bus window looking amazed and when you wave to them, they would wave back -yes, those kind of bus. it was cool though. such an unusual idea especially I never done these on my own trips.

my brain was completely blank in the bus, it was amazing that I could worry about nothing - no map, no plans, just sitting there, let it takes me to places. spending time in the tour is like being in Germany, japan or Russia probably. I was totally lost in the mandarin guide but well. I did enjoy it while having rolls of napkins in my pocket for my bad flu.

Rome felt like another Rome in another planet.

Rome after half a year

stepping my feet on Rome's ground again. Last time was in late June 2007 last year. I remember I was quite excited. Before landing in Rome and heading to meet up with Mike and his friend, I went to London, Milan with mike then venice for the art binnacle by myself then Frankfurt, Koln and Dussedolf with Michael. quite a happening new trip for me after a year in HK. The weather was superb, sun shinning and I hopped into a cab and went straight to Trastevere where we got a very spacious and cute Italian flat there for few days. last 2 days we were at the coast line enjoying the sun and food there. i remember i felt bit lost or maybe that's call emptiness after they left me and move on their trip while i got another half day there before London. well sometimes, I do feel bit of helplessness and lonesome when people left me behind. but that usually goes away pretty soon.

so this time. I stayed at a hostel for a night which is just easy and right next to the central station.It was however, a horrible day for me though. I got very ill. This headache which killed me so horribly. I basically just took some Parasitamo, lied on my bed and paralyzed till next morning. oh, I chopped the whole tree too by using rolls of tissue paper for my dirty nose.

Parties again in London

back to london from the Sevilla's solitude. London is cold. out on friday with nancy's housemate mike at a local pub. it's so amazing. pub displays like a maze, get in a spacious bar area, then walk up few steps of stairs at back and leads to another room, then up another staircase, down another one, another room, behind that little room is a beer garden. everyone said stratford is unsafe, ghetto. well. the crowd wasnt esp stylish nor Posh, but its so beautiful, bricks, the smell, garden, the light and a little radiator, everything so nicely put unattentively together. sexy.

then, old street. old street my lovely place indeed. and hoxton square, my lovelier place. met up my architech friends and some chicks. had few glasses of whiskey. off to new bond street, the british luxury club on the 70. nice. got 8 shots for free from bartender right after we stepped in. how cool is that? spend the night there, smoking, drinking, chatting away till 6 then off to south ken for english breadfast with eyes half close! slept for 2 hours and cant imagine I didnt struggle hard after that hey!

A Friended.

The rainy Sevilla

it rained. and rained.
the city got alot heavier all of a sudden.
raining is like tears, slightly heavy and depressing while it washes off stubborn dirt on buildings, streets and even little corners whom can´t reach. drain and evaporate to the empty space.

another rainy night passed. today, sun is up, another new freshness from ground. I should go to grap a book at fnac now.

the sunny Sevilla.

Under the Cordoba Sun

drove up with my good friend nancy and mogens to Codoba.
bought them coffee as i got to airport to meet up too early at 9am.. damn. thats early. surprised that somewhere on earth still dont offer lid for coffee these days! gosh! I blamed it for that half cup of coffee spill on my stupid pants!

got to Cordoba, staying at this little hotel right next to markiska, cute and pretty.

sun was great. warmer, sweeter than Sevilla. Having the same smell of orange tree. so pleasant that the world should grow more orange trees and spread the delightful citrus fragrance, why not?

jazz club, tapas, clubs, narrow cobbled streets, again, orange trees. wondered with lightness.

weight

an elephant standing on the shoulder of a monkey. standing. not floating, not crashing.

A friend´s friend

Pierre. called him up as told. actually I send him a sms.
he is cool. wrote back¨welcome to Madrid. instantly, I am not too scare to make the contact anymore.

cool dude. went drinking with his friends at Malsana then clubbing till 7am the first night.
2nd day, a sunday. I was very destroyed. P showed me 2 clubs with his guest list on. the WEEKEND got amazing music and video playing behind the DJ whom are on the same level as the crowd which i find it unusal and cool.
4th night, we went for chill out drink, around his area. Had croquet and jamon, wine and coffee. chatted about his new dog outfit with his lamppost friend for the fiesta. great night.
met up before I head to Sevilla at a tapas bar, was cool. Madrid definitely feel different when it was lead by whom and where and how. Besides, I met a cool dude. glad.

under the sevilla sun

Insisting not going out till the sun is out. so here, am writing, reading, eating (so much!) should this be a struggle of thinking giving up on sight seeing in a new city with my 2nd day caging myself at hotel? probably not in my very rational way. looking out now, sun is out. get going.