Such strange people in the morning in Berlin..
weak and tired as the day begins..
AND all this joy at night..
how can this two exist together?
makes me doubt the AND
were it will end?

I arrived in between of east and west
feminine man, looking for thrill.
Hunted by unsafely, lonesomeness and guilt.
My day was night then,
how could I understand or see the natives..
then I didn’t know how many losers build what I enjoyed at ease.
Later when I found my piece of peace,
when social reality became my weight,
I start to feel compaction mixed with disgust for angry,
disappointed creatures, that called themselves Berliners.

But back then I was perhaps more despaired.