Only back in Berlin for about 10 days and life already seems fast forwarded. I was taking pictures at one of my driver's place for a job. I went to a loesje workshop. One of these days when I arrived home I found the ultimate present. It is black and small like me but fast and slim and environmentally friendly. It's called flying fox.
It's late night and I sat all day around my room, trying to give it some life, and trying to come back to myself. Now there is wind inside my room, I promise, although I managed to get 20ºC but I have to cover those air entrances. And burn wood.
I am joining an art studio near the squatted boat by the canal and we have a little presentation exhibition on the 28th of October. And then work, work, work.
I finally sew a hood with a scarf with some old basketball's player sweater.
Life is surprisingly sweet (even though I quit chocolate until my birthday, December 17th)
It's late night and I sat all day around my room, trying to give it some life, and trying to come back to myself. Now there is wind inside my room, I promise, although I managed to get 20ºC but I have to cover those air entrances. And burn wood.
I am joining an art studio near the squatted boat by the canal and we have a little presentation exhibition on the 28th of October. And then work, work, work.
I finally sew a hood with a scarf with some old basketball's player sweater.
Life is surprisingly sweet (even though I quit chocolate until my birthday, December 17th)
