Wicked Winterfrost


Posted in Germany: Berlin by talikas on September 20, 2009


Yes, I Like Jumping Photos – Prague Is Becoming Venice

Posted in Czech, Germany: Berlin by talikas on July 9, 2009


After Evelyn and Egert came to meet me in the airport, we all plunged straight into the hectic (night)life of Berlin. My thoughts were still wondering somewhere in Asia, and thanks to the jetlag I must have looked like an absentminded zombie, but my body was dancing all night long in some crazy music festival, swimming in Berlin parks, eating too many dürüm kebabs, meeting old and new friends and enjoying the atmosphere of the greatest bohemian city in Europe. We, ourselves, felt quite bohemian, too, living (illegally) in a huge empty colorful artist-squat in the middle of the city (on the photo), waking up daily at 3 pm, chilling with the cool techno-music-arty crowd. Joel and Hanna, my favorite techno-DJ-circus-caravanpark-relatives, made us feel like at home and the Arne-Karin-Mou combo was great to hang out with (looking forward to the romantic dinner in restaurant Volga :P).

The week in Berlin just flew away, disappeared into the hot sunshine and dark gloomy nights, and now we are… already in Prague, getting to know the Czech pop culture (thanks, Tomas, yesterday was quite enlightening, especially the middle-aged ladies dancing to the 70es Czech pop-music and half-naked men swimming-dancing on the floor), and randomly looking at the map of Europe to decide where to go next.


Sleepless in Berlin

Posted in Germany: Berlin by talikas on July 6, 2009


The Berlin Bear Presents: Where Are The Scissors?

Posted in Germany: Berlin by talikas on June 13, 2008

Beata Berliin

Posted in Germany: Berlin by talikas on June 12, 2008

Berliin on hullumeelne linn, mis mulle iga külastuskorraga rohkem ja rohkem meeldima hakkab. Olgem ausad, linn ise on esimeste muljete alusel kole (kui möned väga ägedad modernsed asjad välja arvata), kuid siinne vibratsioon ja liberaalsus ja loomingulisus ei saa külmaks jätta. Ja nii libisemegi ühelt kokkusattumuselt teisele ja enne kui arugi saame, sööme tätoveeringukunstniku keedetud brasiilia toitu, imetleme uusi tätokaid, kondame köige gräffitilembelistemates nurgatagustes ja löpetame kohaliku squati improviseeritud baarikontserdil. Nii lähedalt pole ma veel Barliini kunagi näinud.