In Berlin I stayed in this mad house where two people had way too much
passion about each other.
Their love for art & obsessive romance made the stay pretty interesting.
Mad fights & making up sex went on & on for most of the day & late in the
night.
The guy is an artist & so is the girl.
But the guy's art took my breath away.
Most of his work constitute in scratching the walls of his empty apartment
with a pen & tiny tools.
I stared at those walls that were his art for hours.
I imagined him scratching them for months & months.
Pretty Obsessive compulsive I thought.
I offered some pink peones earlier that day to thank them for letting me
stay the night.
They were left in a corner with no attention.
By the end of the day I decided to put them in some water & placed them on
one of their desks.
The next day I woke up way too early for a sunday morning & left the house
as soon as I woke up.
The house was a mess.
I did not left any goodbye note.
I strolled the empty Sunday streets on the greyest day I've seen in a long
time.
Feeling exhausted & overwhelmed.
Later that morning I jumped in a train for Dusseldorf.
Waiting for the train, I gazed at the giants walls of glass of Hauptbahnhof
station.
Tonight I'll be seeping on a bus back to Berlin.