So in the end I went back to Berlin. If my dreams follow no more a person, but are still following these places. In those days there was the Berlinale, which ends today. In the meantime I met a group of very interesting directors.
And I made a quick trip to Dresden, to greet some friends, to participate in a counter-demonstration on the anniversary of the bombing on the 14th of February 1945 when Dresden was destroyed by the English war planes. A few thousand nazis make a parade every year on this day to remember what was a terrible injustice, but what right they have to do this is hard to understand. I marched with my sign: "dein Italienische Souvenir", not much at issue with the argument, but as well the one who could read was not in the parade, but under some warm blanket of the cold winter in Dresden, which freezes the hearts. So I waited in the night on the stairs with the sign for her return and it was like in a movie. But after the first scene there was not much to remember.
How you can love a place, a dream, a person like she was, and by now be indifferent, almost bored by what is now. Yet so it is. Tuesday I go to Italy. I need more space in my heart and in my mind to make things get in. It is hard, but after having found balance, it's time to free some space inside me for new things to get in. Berlin and Istanbul are 2 very large and populous cities to make them enter into my life.
My German was never as developped as it is now. So I can write something in German, too: "mein Leben ist wie ein Film". But where it is leading me, still can't understand. And I must admit that sometimes it is not even funny...
