Good old Germany?

The first step out of the plane was incredible, in mind i was goin right back into the plane, hiding myself in some toilet, and goin back to my home, Monterrey. But the people have been pushing me forward towards the cold morning in Berlin. everything was white, and i wasnt. I noticed the people looking at me, even starring and whispering: "Oh he has a lots of stuff" and "Where does he work in a sunstudio?" I was just smiling to myself and thinking, it will stay a secret for you, i wont share my experience that are keeping me in a good warm mood on a cold winter day.

When my Mom arrived to pick me up, i had so many stories to tell, mexico is alive with me, and with every little piece i share, i feel a little bit less for myself. I hope You understand, i cannot share every moment, every story and not every picture, but i wanna share this one from over here.

Long time i hoped to go shopping in a supermarket in germany, and i was looking for sausage, bread and cherries, simple things. when i was at the chashiers, placing my stuff to be scanned and summed up, i was standing there waiting, at the end of the chain the products where getting more and more. As there where almost jumping themselvesback into the cart, i realised: There is no one putting my stuff in bags, Why not, there should be someone...

Its the small things, that cause us to realize, that something has changed...
In next days there are lots of change to come, when i was looking for my car, i could not trust my eyes, it was burried under a mass of snow, when i succesfully freed it, of course it did not talk to me, not a single sound not even a whisper. So i head to go to the heart of it and reanimate, with small success, it is alive, but more like a grandfather in a rocking chair than a jumpseat in Stealthfighter, and the worst thing is: the formerly known as megasoundsytem isnt working anymore.

As well finding a new flat is not as easy as i hoped, of course i can live with my parents (yeah after almost 4 years not living at home its really funny) but i need some place to put the hammocks and my fotos on the wall. I have seen real nice rooms, big ones, where i was tempted to stay there, but there is always an achilles heel: In one roomi would be neighbour with one of mybest friends and working collegues, and the people are really nice, but the room is promised to someone else, another nice room, in a former fabric yeah its really nice, but the muslimgirl ( who did choose to become muslim by herself) cannot live together with guys, because it is against her beliefs, although she isnot living there right now, but will come back in october, i could continue the list, but i dont think anymore its funny.

So One Week in good old germany and i already need some vacation... as soon as possible.