Berlin's Calling II

EN:

It's crowded and I'm glad we found seats. Xenia is sitting next to me, holding her coffee tight. I turn to her and wonder if I'm ever going to see this young woman again, after this September comes to an end.

Green Day's ballade just pops in mind. "Wake me up, when September eends... "

Maybe I'll visit her in Russia, or maybe, who knows, she'll come to Romania.

"The world is small" I comfort myself, " there's no way this is the end for us."

I shush and look around.

RO:

E aglomerat si ma bucur ca ne-am gasit locuri. Xenia s-a asezat langa mine, tinandu-si strans cafeaua intre degete. Intorcandu-ma spre ea, realizez ca ma bantuie o intrebare: "Oare o voi mai vedea vreodata?"

Balada celor de la Green Day imi sare in gand si incep sa fredonez "Wake me up, when September eends.." in surdina.

Plecand la sfarsitul lunii, ma consolez cu gandul ca lumea e mica, ca nimic nu ne opreste. Nu? Poate am sa o vizitez o data in Rusia, sau poate, doar poate, vine ea in Romania. Nu se stie niciodata.

Nu spun nimic si ma uit in jur.

Xenia Starbucks Kiss Coffee

Meanwhile...

The subway is packed - but I like it. I've been people-watching ever since I arrived in this fascinating city. I'm marveling at the variety of figures that build up a gallery of Berliners in the fast moving public transport. "What a gang!"

I always ask: "What are you thinking about?" - quietly. Whispering so silent, no one could ever hear.

Reaching into their mind, without exposing myself, I find myself overwhelmed. People are unreadable. They have stories so long, no one ever stays to listen. Their used to it. But they express so much with their appearance, with their presence, their energy.

"This is different. This is so different than every city I've ever been to." I confess to Xenia after two week of living here together.

"Berlin's something else.. "

 

To make matters clear, let's say Germany is a family, okay?

Well, if so, than Berlin is the black sheep - the rebel - the kid in his mid teens asking "Why?" all the time.

It's the brat that never does anything by the rules.

It's the brother who has a secret diary and a mysterious past.

The naughty girlfriend with an incredible artistic talent.

It's the skin-head cousin you're partly afraid of.

It's the one piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit in.

Intre timp..

Metroul e aglomertat - dar imi place. De cand am ajuns in orasul acesta, am inceput sa urmaresc oamenii cu fascinatie. Ma minunez de varietatea de fiinte care compun o galerie de Berlinezi, dupa usiile transportului public. "Ce gasca!"

Ma intreb mereu: "Pe tine oare, ce te framanta?" Imi soptesc curiozitatea fara sa ma auda.

Vreau sa le patrund in ganduri, dar nu vreau sa ma expun. Sunt coplesita. Oamenii sunt de necitit. Au povesti atat de lungi incat nimeni nu are rabdare sa-i asculte. S-au obisnuit, de aceea se exprima in exterior, fara cuvinte, doar prin infatisare, prezenta si energia pe care o emana.

"This is different. This is so different than every city I've ever been to." ii confesez Xeniei dupa doua saptamani in care am locuit impreuna aici.

"Berlin's something else.. "

 

Ca sa ma intelegi, hai sa spunem ca Germania e o familie, okay?

Pai, daca o luam asa, atunci Berlinul e oaia neagra - rebelul - copilul lovit de adolescenta care intreaba mai mereu "De ce?".

E pustiul care nu respecta regulile.

E fratele care-si ascunde trecutul in paginile patate ale unui jurnal ascuns.

E iubita perversa, dar cu spirit artistic.

E varul avangardist de care ti-e aproape frica.

E acea piesa de puzzle, care nu incape nicaieri.

Diana Rogo in Berlin

I'm a tourist.

An outsider wanting to get in the middle of the magic. I want to know what makes them click. I want to know why every artist, rebel and freak, finds his home in Berlin.

And how, oh how, can this city be related to Germany?

Eu sunt o turista.

Dar vreau inauntru, in mijlocul magiei acestei capitale, care atrage toti rebelii, extremistii si ciudatii. Vreau sa inteleg magnetul Berlinului si sa-l gust in adancime.

Si sa inteleg, cum, cum se poate, sa faca parte din Germania.

I'm still looking for the answers. - I'm not focusing on the buildings, but on the life that fills them.

I've been meeting people on the street and asking questions. I've witnessed riots of youngsters protesting, going by slowly to hear what they have to say. Enjoying live music in subway and skipping a penny for the ones who changed my day. Passing along skinheads, living on the street, fighting back society and scaring me off with their loud dogs and alcoholic breaths.

If you've been in Berlin and haven't just stopped by the main touristic highlights ( which are truly breathtaking by the way ) then I'm sure you know what I mean.

But hey, know what?

People are open!

They're all strangers and weirdos. Or foreigners looking for work or Germans looking for the opposite.

So what?

They're colorful and vibrant. They make me rethink society and question my values.

Inca caut raspunsurile. - Nu ma pierd in arhitectura prea mult, ci in multimea care ii da viata orasului.

Am cunoscut oameni pe strada si le-am pus intrebari. Am fost martora unuei mase de tineri protestand, trecand incet pe langa ei, doar ca sa le pot asculta deviza. M-am bucurat de muzica spontana in metrou si am lasat cate-un banut fiecaruia, care mi-a schimbat ziua. Am trecut pe langa skinheads, traind pe strazi, batjocorind societatea si speriandu-ma cu cainii lor galagiosi si respiratiile alcoolice.

Daca ai fost in Berlin si n-ai vizitat doar punctele de interes turistic ( care sunt spectaculoase, apropo ) atunci stii la ce ma refer.

Dar hey, stii ceva?

Oamenii acestia sunt deschisi!

Sunt cu totii straini si ciudati.. Sau imigranti cautand munca, sau nemti cautand exact opusul.

Si ce daca?

Sunt colorati si vibranti, si ma fac sa imi regandsc valoriile si sa-mi provoc perceptia.

Traveling is the most rewarding way to spend your time.

"Xenia?"

"Yeah? What's wrong, Diana?"

"I just realized we're never gonna see each other again after this, you know? Isn't it weird? Like we're just an episode in each others lives."

"Noo.. don't say that. - I hope not!" looking genuinely shocked by my observation.

"No.. we'll visit." I say, blinking twice, as If I'm nodding to myself. "Let's just have some cheap wine and go at a museum."

( Our daily line. We're already Berliners. )

Calatoritul este pana la urma, cel mai satisfacator mod de a-ti investi timpul.

"Xenia?"

"Yeah? What's wrong, Diana?"

"I just realized we're never gonna see each other again after this, you know? Isn't it weird? Like we're just an episode in each others lives."

"Noo.. don't say that. - I hope not!" spune cu o ingrijorare autentica.

"No.. we'll visit." ii spun, clipind de doua ori, de parca mi-as da dreptate cuvintelor "Let's just have some cheap wine and go at a museum."

( Replica noastra zilnica. Deja facem parte din Berlin. )