ich bin kein berliner, aber... {cv ~ morning light}

the berlin morning light fell filtered through a row of trees standing opposite the small seventies hostel, just off ostbahnhof. it was to be day two of that early july swelter. jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, kelleyn's theme. {this german one's for you, kelleyn! ☺}


when you holiday and travel on set dates and within a set time frame, you don't get to choose the weather. just like hitting a heat wave in paris a few years back, i did it again in berlin. on a first time visit, that devestating heat determined my impressions. 

to say berlin made an impact would be the understatement of the year. at first i did not understand the abundance of construction work going on like, ALL OVER THE PLACE. next i sort of choked on the many coloured berlin water pipes here and there (and everywhere). slowly however, through walking, my eye adjusted, my body softened, my soul surrendered. 

i came unprepared, so i talked to berliners as often as possible. i found them in shops, and i had the honour to meet up with annton in kreuzberg neukölln, at the fish bowl, and enjoyed a few hours of true berlin spirit. i am so grateful. 

not ever before have i been captured by a city's smell like here in berlin. the heavy scent of linden pursued and permeated me every step of the way. the yellowish fragrant flower clusters stuck to the soles of my feet as well, urging me not to leave yet, as it were. 

and i'm sure that i haven't. part of me stays behind like a point of reference. when i go back, i can pick up where i left off. walk with me on those summery streets in berlin, and peek through my eyes at what made me jump for joy. it sounds corny, but i do am falling in love.