Thursday, September 23, 2010
August 30: Last Day in Berlin
Woke up and started packing.
The whole day went fast and it fluctuated between efficiently packing at times, and stalling at other times because we were sad about leaving.
We kept on packing until slowly the areas were getting empty, the closets, the drawers, the room, the kitchen, the bathroom... Everything was packed in the bags and ready to leave, except for us.
At night, we had a little gathering in a German restaurant (we had to leave the right way, and end it with a real German meal). Sven, Andi, Tino, David, Bram, Claudia, and Felix, all joined us to say goodbye. But no, it was not a "goodbye", we couldnt just call it that, it was a "hopefully see you real soon" dinner.
Beer Tower. 3 m long. Chugs! And yet another 3 m. More Chugs! A 1 meter right after. More, and More Chugs! Good Food. Beautiful people. A Speech for our incredible blond girl (Dania..just in case!). Hugs, endless hugs, and then we left. We got on the train, the last train we took all four of us together back to our little apartment, our little white apartment, back to our home.
Tears. Hugs. Ice cream. Coffee. Choco Croissant. Burger? Fries?
Went back home, continued packing. A couple of hours later, the taxi came to take us away.
Everything in the house was back in place as we started to leave, one after the other until it was empty again. Empty and ready to house new people. New people who will have their own memories in that place that has become our home. Empty like the day we first entered with every excitment in the world ready to take on our 2 months. (well not quite the same as the first day we got there, we maybe broke a couple of things like the shower, a lamp which broke itself on me but still, a chair which still looks like it holds but doesnt really, salt shaker...and maybe a couple of more that i might have willingly forgotten about!)
Our home was now ready to be someone else's home. We left, took a last look back at our door, our building, our street, got everything in the taxi and drove away.
We arrived to the airport, and Claudia met us there for a last goodbye.
We got on the plane. And there it was.
We left. We left our city, but we wont be gone for long. We will be back. We will be back together again, one day.
Dania: To Berlin, to every person, every dog, every park, every building, every station, every Ubahn, every street performer, every punk, every S-bahn, every beach chair, every graffiti, every disco ball, every afterhours, every bike, every event, every Turk, every German...I believed in you, I worked hard for you, and you, you were there for me, you surpassed my every expectation, and you became my wonderland. To you Berlin, I miss you.
Rawane: To Berlin, the city that showed me what it felt like to be in love..
Tala: To Berlin, you gave us the freedom we were all looking for.
Zeina: To Berlin, thank you for giving me the meaning of freedom, love, and change in the absolute…
We left you Berlin, but we will never forget you or what you gave us.
This is our goodbye, until we meet again.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Our two months in Berlin:
We got to know our Berlin.
We created our own space in the city we have grown to love.
The city we have grown to love together.
It introduced us to each other.
It gave us a family in each other.
This was THE summer.
The summer of our lives.
We made of every second an unbelievable moment
We made of everyday a journey to remember
This whole summer was unforgettable.
It exceeded all our expectations
It changed us in so many ways
It changed us in every possible way
It has come to define who we are, what we are, how we are, and what we are to be…
It was comfortable… together
It was beautiful… together
It was magical… together
It was crazy… together
It felt like home… You felt like home
It was home.
You still have one more month.
One more month of experiences, a month of adventures, a month of memories, a month of a life together, a month of the life we have grown to love, a month of the family we have perfected together…
Use it. Enjoy it. Love it. Live it. Embrace it. Discover more of it. Give it and take from it.
Live it the only way you know how to…
We know you will… Make the city yours.
Thank you for everything.
Thank you for how you are, and how we have grown together.
We left, took a part of you with us, and left pieces of hearts with you.
The memory of you, the memory of what we have will always be engraved in us.
We miss you.
We wish you a great time for the rest of your stay.
We love you.
With all that we are.
Friday, September 3, 2010
On August 25th, I got up to go to work as usual. It was my last week at Viral Lab, our last week in Berlin and we were in “take advantage of every second” mode. That morning, we all wake up, Zeina, Rawane, Tala and I and for the first time, decided to take our time, be late to work and have a nice breakfast together.
It was a very pleasant breakfast where we laughed so much. It was one of those days that just started so great, they couldn't possibly get any better.
Late to work, but still taking my time, I walked my regular route to the U-bahn station, the route that I have memorized and learned to walk blindly, the route that I learned to love with beautiful music blasting in my headphones. I looked like a true Berliner. Anyone could ask me for directions and I would answer him saying the names of the streets with the perfect German accent. I got out on a station, changed lines, and kept going, enjoying people watching because people in Berlin are just so goddamn interesting with the music in my ears playing the soundtrack of that morning. I got out on my station and walked, or practically even skipped to the office. I reached, got up the familiar stairs, and walked in as I removed my headphones and snapping back to the much quieter reality (Berlin is, weirdly enough, an extremely quiet city during the day). I said hi to Sven and Andi, my two bosses, and sat on my regular chair.
Sven and Andi looked a bit weird... I thought it was maybe because I was late, although they're usually pretty cool about this kind of stuff. Sven looked at me and said:
“I have bad news. Sarah died last night”
I couldn't believe it. I kept replaying the sentence in my head a million times. It could not be possible. All I was thinking was that it could not be. Sarah! I had just spent the entire previous day with her at the office. We were the only two at the office, we ordered sushi, we talked, she got the call that she got the apartment she's been waiting for, she was starting university in a month, she told me about her plans, I told her about mine. At the end of the day I said: “Bis Morgen!” (See you tomorrow), and she answered “Bis Morgen!”. She's just 25 years old. She was the nicest person. She always translated everything when everyone at the office started talking German, even if it meant a 20 minute explanation of why a joke is funny. She came with me to the station to talk to the people about the fine I got. She lent me her bicycle and found me the closest burger king because I was sick of eating Turkish and Italian food. She found us a way out of Amsterdam after I sent her a message at midnight. She gave me the beautiful music from her laptop, and had promised to give me more soon. She was sending me a “German song of the day”. She was just, a couple of days earlier, planning a goodbye dinner for me, and searching for a chicken restaurant because she knew I don't eat pork … She was one of the people I met in Berlin... She was my friend.
I couldn't believe it.
I stayed quiet for the longest time, thinking of all of these things in my head and just not believing it. How can something like this happen?
“She has a lung embolism” said Andi.
I remembered that the previous day she complained a couple of times that she was tired, but so did I... It was just a regular day where we were both saying we're tired and wanting to go home...
She slept. She didn't wake up. All her plans, her new apartment, her Master's program, her dreams, just evaporated.
I asked to go home, called the girls and we all met back at home where we lied in bed and they held me. They all knew Sarah without ever knowing her. I talked about her a lot. They felt appreciation for her after she saved us so efficiently and perfectly after we missed the Amsterdam bus.
It hasn't been easy dealing with this. Just when were were so sad to leave Berlin, just when we were saying our goodbyes, to our friends...
I personally feel like it's been a weight on my shoulders. I am now in Barcelona in our new office, listening to Sarah's beautiful music and something doesn't feel right. I felt the need to write something for Sarah.
Thank you Sarah. Thank you for being the nicest person. Thank you for always translating everything when everyone at the office talked in German, even if it meant a 20 minute explanation of why a joke is funny. Thank you for coming with me to the station to talk to the people about the fine I got. Thank you for lending me your bicycle and finding me the closest burger king when I was sick of eating Turkish and Italian food. Thank you for finding us a way out of Amsterdam after I sent you a message at midnight. Thank you for the beautiful music. Thank you for promising to give me more soon. Thank you for the “German song of the day”. Thank you for planning on throwing me a goodbye dinner, and searching for a chicken restaurant because you knew I don't eat pork … Thank you for being one of the people I met in Berlin... Thank you for being my friend.
In memory of Sarah Raith (1986-2010)
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
August 15, 2010:
Endless happy dances, and screams, and "yea!(s)", and "a woo hoo(s)".. so you can imagine how that went. We got in our suits with a dance move with our every gesture, and we met our extremely cool and friendly tandem jumpers.
We were so happy at the thought of what we were about to do. It didn't seem very real while were on the verge of getting on the plane. We got in and there was that feeling inside of us that hadn't touched us yet, it hadn't moved us yet, or played with our guts yet. It was still sitting comfortably, still resting, until the plane started to take of. And slowly our hearts started to beat faster than normal but not too fast for us to follow. And our minds started to wander around looking at the reality we were in but unable to fully comprehend the situation. It was too surreal. We sat there, eyes wide open, like new born babies looking at the world for the first time. We sat there amazed at every cloud we went into, every meter we went higher up, every look on each others faces, and every breath we were taking. As we went higher, our hearts started beating faster, our minds were losing track of the real, and that feeling wasnt too comfortable anymore.
We went up and up and altough we were just sitting in the plane, nothing isnide of us was anywhere close to sitting still. On the inside it was a whole different story: a kids playground, where everyone is screaming and running from place to place, bumping into things and each other, laughing, screaming, cheering... Everything on our inside was playing, as we sat still the whole 4000 m.
And then, and now follow me on this one because it happens faster than it being read, or written, or talked about. It happens too fast that even after, as you sit back and try to recollect it in your memory you can't directly remember it all because of how much happens in very little time.
4000 m high. The plane still in motion, opens its door too quickly and the first group just jumps.
They just jump. We are on a plane, in the sky, and they just jump. They jump into what felt like nothingness. Then the other group went. And then one after the other, they kept going and going and then Rawane, then Dania, then Me.
And we were falling between the clouds and they touched everything in us as we fell from one to the other; then we were turning, like the wind, with the wind, as the wind... this second we were falling from the sky. And no, it is not a combination of beautiful words to express an intense feeling, this time, it was real. Just as real as walking on grass, and swimming in the sea, and looking up to the sky. In this moment, our reality was us falling from the sky.
We were falling from an endless sky, and that in itself renewed us in so many ways.
And then we were in position, hands open wide, legs opend wide, hearts still missing, but open so wide ... and everything around us, and in us is telling us we are flying. But how can we just take that as a fact of our present? How can we just fully understand it when flying is a dream. People use it in songs, and in poetry to describe the undescribable. They use it when the are no other word to explain how strongly they feel, or how passionate they are about something. But to actually be living this dream, living the undescribable, living all this intensity, wasn't something we could understand.
Our hearts still no where to be found. We screamed, well Rawane was too scared to, but it felt like we were all screaming. Screaming because of the rush it gives, screaming for the world to hear that we are flying, screaming to release it all. That feeling that was comfortably sitting while we were on the plane, is now a fireworks of excitment and it can't sit still.
Still unable to believe where we are, still too surreal. We look around and there we are with the clouds. We look below and the earth is but a map, that looks flat from up above, from the sky, from where we are.
We were flying.
And then suddenly, they opened the parachute, and we glide. We are floating, over the earth, from the sky down, enjoying every second our heart pumps, every second we come closer to the ground, every second we realized that for us to come closer means we were once up high.
We are floating.
It was beautiful. Looking at the world from up there. Floating in air, just hanging around up in the sky. That which we think feels like flying is nothing to be compared to what it really feels to be flying.
Then we hit the ground, and we completely released ourselves. After challenging gravity, we gave ourselves to it when we landed. We released our bodies to the ground, to the grass, and just lay there. Our minds were still racing, our hearts all pumped out, our eyes in awe, our spirit still high up, and our bodies were just shaking.
We lay on the grass, looked up, remembered where we were, captured that scene, closed our eyes, and tried to recollect every second of it to keep it with us, to carry it with us, to be able to always remember it.
We try to save this moment in our hearts, in our minds, and in our bodies. That moment that marked us. That moment that gave us absolute freedom. That moment that brought us to the sky and released us from it. That moment that will forever be changing us.
We always want to remember that we were once flying high up in the sky.
To Rawane. On your birthday.
Wish you are always given moments like these.
We will always remember this.
We will always remember us.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Friday August 6 2010:
And there it was.
Woke up. Got to Amsterdam. Got ourselves bikes and started touring the city.
We then decided to sleep on the deck by the canal and took out practically all our clothes to keep warm, but that was an ultimate fail. We practically froze and really couldnt fall asleep for a second. Well Rawane found it easy to sleep, as she had basically slept throughout most of the night (even when we realized we missed our bus).
Dania then found a cheap hotel room nearby. One bed. Four girls. Tiny room. No bathroom. Smelled like weed. Looked like crap. Well, it couldnt get any better than that.
We directly fell asleep because we were dead tired and so tomorrow can come faster.
The next morning Edith, the car-pooling woman, sends us a message that we can go with her.
We got a very fast breakfast. Then hurried to meet up with the big red volvo at 12:30. The ride was smooth and comfortable. Edith was sweet and friendly. She had great music.
6:30 hours later we were in Berlin. It felt good to be back home.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
It all started with a station, a power station, an old one.. that has remained untouched.
We got in, very easily.
The lights were there again, flashing.. Red.. Blue.. in an intensity your eyes could only try to imagine.
The disco ball was there too, how could it not be.. we were still in Berlin after all.. We got into the tunnel.. a tunnel that seemed so deep, so dark, with an exception of the sudden flashes of light.. One of the trippiest entrances ever, we walked, we floated, we got there.
We got there only to be greeted by a balloon stuffed braw on a drag queen Dj and a man next to him with a lollipop stand.
Moving on to a sandy beach like outside area.. the usual.
Then we go in.
The music started to sink in.
It was insane. The music was insane.. And so were the people.
It was getting louder, louder, louder, until it couldn't get any louder. Our hearts throbbed to the music as every part of our body attempted to follow it, moving in ways, so spontaneous, so real. We were in the music and the music was in us, building up, moving through us, from our feet, to our heads, going into our minds breaking through the ceiling and up into the sky.
Then came the smoke.. the blinding magical smoke.
It was insane.
It was a magical spot where time and place merged into one.
It was a magical other dimension, where time and place seized to exist.
Out of the blue, jumps Spiderman, on the bar.. Dancing his brains out.. following the music blindly, moving hiss ass of , to the point of almost seizing.
It was insane. The music was insane.
Getting lost on the way out.
Finding a magical ball of Energy.
The trippiest of all that is trippy.
A transparent globe , withholding energy, emitting it. Electricity at your fingertips, following every little gesture of your hand. A chain of actions and reactions, a magical chain, creating its own world, creating its own globe of hypnotizing light.
That night we danced the night away. We danced like there was no tomorrow, no future. We danced like there was no past, We danced like there was no present.
It was insane. The music was insane.
"There are no words."
Monday, August 2, 2010
So it was decided that this weekend wasn't going to be like the others! No Paradise (Bar 25), and no MauerPark!
It's officially been a month that we've been here and we have already shocked most Germans with how many things we've done and places we've seen. However, there are some very basic things that we haven't done, and there are others that we've gotten too comfortable with.
Friday Night: Disco Bowling!
David had the great idea of taking us to Disco Bowling on Friday night and so, for one weekend, we weren't going to go to an underground electronic/house club and dance till 6 am, but try something new!
Disco bowling was hilarious! At first we arrived and it was the most ordinary bowling alley. Just about 15 lanes, and people were, well.. bowling! It was fun for us cz we haven't bowled in about a million years, and we got to meet David's very nice friends: Max, Jim and Bram!
Suddenly, Tout a coup, at about 11 pm, the lights were dimmed down, balls started emerging and dropping slowly from the ceiling... the sides of the bowling lanes were lighting up like an airplane's landing strip calling it to its destination... and the music was turned up full blast. It was on! Disco bowling baby! Loud cheesy pop and disco with the most retarded lyrics was blasting through the speakers as we ran and threw our balls to the rhythm concentrating more on being synchronized than on actually hitting the pins. There the sport of bowl cheerleading emerged as no player could possibly have his turn and go towards the lane without being accompanied by at least 2 dancers cheering him/her on and dancing to the beats to wish him/her good luck.
It was a fun couple of hours before they had to close and literally beg us to leave.
I won by the way.
After that, by someone's special request (Zeina, and.. well, David!), we went to a hip hop place which was a fail because they played Reggae, then finally a great place called Suicide Circus, in which we sat for hours outside listening to beautiful house music.
Let's try something new and sightsee! By sightseeing we don't mean Lebanese sightseeing which basically means partying in ALL the clubs and/or bars of a city (Which we have very successfully done), but actually, see.. the.. well, the city!
As odd as it is, after a full month in a city, after learning the entire transport system by heart, after having the map in our mind's eyes, after picking up some German words and learning to understand some, after being at that stage where we look at tourists with disgust and say: "this place is fucking filled with tourists! Where are the Berliners!" and meaning it, and truly believing ourselves to be part of the Berliners ... Here we were suddenly walking around with a group, our cameras handy, some of us with notebooks (Zeina) and following a tour guide eagerly as she takes us down roads and places where we already have memories, but while explaining the history behind them!
It was a very nice tour. The guide was extremely funny and charismatic. It was like watching a stand up comedy. Who says Germans have no humor! Anyway, the important thing is we decided to let her join Dania and the girls and had we not lost her and the whole tour group a couple of hours later because SOMEONE (me) wanted to go to Mcdonald's and get a Sunday, she would definitely be like our new best friend by now!
Never have I ever yet everyone has and a couple of bottles later and it was one of those nights that was going to go down in the books.
It is impossible to have an uninteresting night in this city.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
[7/28/10 12:47:14 PM] rawane-khalil: BTW!!!
[7/28/10 12:47:30 PM] rawane-khalil: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED YESTERDAY!
[7/28/10 12:47:34 PM] rawane-khalil: yi.
[7/28/10 12:47:39 PM] rawane-khalil: chu sar?!
[7/28/10 12:48:24 PM] rawane-khalil: plz tell me u remember
[7/28/10 12:48:40 PM] Dania Bdeir: wat r u talkin abt??
[7/28/10 12:48:47 PM] Dania Bdeir: were u drunk??
[7/28/10 12:48:55 PM] rawane-khalil: no way dania
[7/28/10 12:49:00 PM] rawane-khalil: la la no way
[7/28/10 12:49:02 PM] Dania Bdeir: yoh
[7/28/10 12:49:05 PM] rawane-khalil: ma testelmine man'
[7/28/10 12:49:08 PM] Dania Bdeir: yoh
[7/28/10 12:49:14 PM] rawane-khalil: DANIA
[7/28/10 12:49:16 PM] Dania Bdeir: yoh
[7/28/10 12:49:32 PM] rawane-khalil: so u dnt remember? u sure?
[7/28/10 12:49:57 PM] Dania Bdeir: ro, i'm not gonna answer u until u say what ur talking abt!
[7/28/10 12:50:01 PM] Dania Bdeir: i'm supposed to be working
[7/28/10 12:50:12 PM] rawane-khalil: uff bad eza heik
[7/28/10 12:50:23 PM] rawane-khalil: khalass ill tell u when i c u :D
[7/28/10 12:50:34 PM] rawane-khalil: fiya reinactment w heik
[7/28/10 12:50:49 PM] rawane-khalil: hahah bad.
[7/28/10 12:50:54 PM] Dania Bdeir: bas tel mw shway what ur talkin abt
[7/28/10 12:50:56 PM] Dania Bdeir: cz i have no idea
[7/28/10 12:51:00 PM] Dania Bdeir: and its pissing me offff
[7/28/10 12:51:37 PM] rawane-khalil: am guessssing u did the thing that u usually do at night
[7/28/10 12:51:49 PM] rawane-khalil: bass chwey more extreme
[7/28/10 12:51:52 PM] rawane-khalil: :P
[7/28/10 12:52:02 PM] Dania Bdeir: lah!
[7/28/10 12:52:03 PM] rawane-khalil: 2ella eza the girls t3awwado
[7/28/10 12:52:05 PM] Dania Bdeir: i talked?
[7/28/10 12:52:07 PM] Dania Bdeir: with u?
[7/28/10 12:52:19 PM] rawane-khalil: talked chwey understatment :P
[7/28/10 12:52:42 PM] rawane-khalil: with me kamein understatement :P
[7/28/10 12:53:17 PM] Dania Bdeir: laaaah!
[7/28/10 12:53:20 PM] Dania Bdeir: please tell meeee
[7/28/10 12:54:03 PM] rawane-khalil: ma the thing is i cant tell u
[7/28/10 12:54:11 PM] rawane-khalil: enno i have to show u :D
[7/28/10 12:54:14 PM] rawane-khalil: ya alla no way
[7/28/10 12:54:42 PM] rawane-khalil: ktir funny enno u dnt remember man hahaha
[7/28/10 12:54:58 PM] rawane-khalil: i think i wanna shotgun sleeping next to u from now on :D
[7/28/10 12:55:10 PM] rawane-khalil: hahaha heik suspense btije chwey ente :D
[7/28/10 12:58:01 PM] Dania Bdeir: hahhahahaa
[7/28/10 12:58:03 PM] Dania Bdeir: ya allaaaaah
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Woke up at around 12.
Monday, July 26, 2010
It all happened so fast. Dancing under the rain in Badeschiff (that pub/nightclub/pool in the lake/sand on the floor place) was followed by the girls, soaking wet, running with Felix towards the swimming pool.
Felix: Our new German extremely tall friend.
A couple of minutes later I see Dania sprinting back
Dania's words: "Like a little munchkin with anger problems, the tiny bouncer dragged us out of the pool and attacked Felix. kaff men hon, kick men honik, this bouncer kept bouncing up and down to reach felix's face."
Zeina's words: "... One night. One pool. Rain. Bouncer. Angry Bouncer. kick. felix. ass."
And since Felix isn't a Lebanese-proud-i'll-make-a-call-and-bring-the-ghetto-to-kill-your-family type of guy, we were able to have a good laugh about it, and go on to an underground club called "Golden Gate".
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Destination One: Paradise.
We all met in the long waiting line to get into Paradise (Bar 25).
The wait didnt feel too long with all the beers in hand.
Swings, beautiful trees, performances, swings over the lake, raining, pouring, swaying in the rain, music, more performances, under a small tent, and under the rain, dancing, dancing under the pouring rain, clothes on, clothes off, shirts flying, dare to a dare, pants off, girls flying, girls swimming in the lake, one after the other, shirt after the other, boy after the girl, a Mexican and a Lebanese, over the lake, in the lake, and around the lake, suddenly a lot of flesh wiggling over and in the water: flesh, as in naked, and wiggling well they were guys.
Two girls, one name, one swing, two guys, four people, one swing, and one crazy swing ride, and they just had to end it with a kiss.
Crazy bar, seven crazy people, beautiful night.
Destination Two: Berghain.
The biggest challenge yet.
Out of the water, out of paradise, in the cabs, at the door.
There was no queue.
Round one: Fail.
Round two: two girls, one name, giggling, back and forth, a Rawane and another, walked a walk, and talked some talk, at the door, one look from the bouncer, and they are IN!!
Jacket off, attitude walk (something like we knew what we were doing), a blond, a brunette, walked The walk, determined to get inside, another look from the bouncer and they are IN!
It took all four of us a while to realize that we got in.
We took the stairs up to the club. Got to the bathroom, a special bathroom, one that is open for all: one bathroom, all genders. (Sharing is only and merely caring after all). Danced. Danced. Danced. Danced together, and each alone. Danced with a guy, while his guy waited. Danced. Danced with a coach and got coached.
Crazy night. Crazy place. Crazy people.
Walked back to the train station, heads held high.
They didnt want it last time. But now they did.
We know what they want. They want it wet. (That's what she said)
Got back home in the morning, had a nice and comfotable sleep.
Well most of us did. Dania got home, showered and went straight to work. That was just horrible!
We woke up at around 1.
Destination three: Lunch (well more of an aim than a destination but it works well for the chronology of the post).
Went to a nice cafe and enjoyed a good lunch, followed by coffee and desert.
Destination Four: Berghain again
Before we went there, we took a drink at a chilled out bar and then head to Berghain.
Long queue. Long wait. 2 girls, one name. found their way through the crowd. Skipped a long line of people. we joined them. and waited. We waited and walked and planned, and talked and waited and planned and planned and walked. Rawanes go in together. Dania and I go in together, and Nour goes in alone. We got to the door, rejection 1 Rawane and Rawane out! rejection 2 Dania and I out! And then Nour walks up all by herself, and there it is, we see her walking in as we walked away. It didnt feel too much like a walk of shame because we were all in desperate need for a bathroom and food.
And so early in the morning, we got to the closest open Mcdonalds, ate.
Got on the bus. Got back home.
Slept for a couple of hours.
Zeina Halawi and Nour left at noon.
It was only us and Rawane Jbara now.
Destination Five: Mauer Park. (SHOW TIME!)
Lady Marmalade, 5 girls performing, around a thousand people watching. We sang, they clapped, we danced, they sang along, we jumped, they cheered, it was a beautiful chain of cause and effect.
We left the karaoke place, heading to the park, 2 girls, one name, each on an instrument from derbakkeh to drums, tambourines to percussions , playing, mad skills with the hands, Dania, Tala and I run there and start the shaking, we took it all the way from Beyonce shaking, to Oriental belly dancing. We went on it non-stop and the two Rawanes were playing with the rest of them, sometimes trying to get the people to follow them with an arabic beat and most of the time they were just blending in.
They took turns, and while one of them played, the other one did a booty bounce, and taught a something-like-a-yoga dancer do the same. They bounced back and forth... it was magic.
A bit of things here and there, with a black spice of New York and a touch from Amsterdam, a blonde one on a high stool, massged by an angel, this day couldint get any better.
A nice dinner with the angel in a Mexican restaurant left us all mezmerized by his ways.
Finally we got home and had a nice good night sleep.
One long weekend, seemed like one exciting day.
Today, Rawane Jbara head back to Lebanon.
We are four again, only four.
A beautiful number.
Still that same city.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Tala: interning at David O'reilly's office (Animation):
Tala has been learning MAYA (a very complicated and hard software that only by looking at it your mind might freeze for a second or so.. no, but really very complicated), she has been learning it through work and discovering it on her own. She's benefiting a lot from the internship, and the work space is comfortable and chill, and she enjoys work a lot. She always comes back home with new stories to tell us about either creating a character, or moving the character's finger or anything related to a character. It's always refreshing to hear her news since she comes back excited almost and practically every day.
Dania: interning at Viral Labs
Dania hadn't been enjoying the work as much. She had to work on an entire identity of a website (for children), and at the moment she's working on a youtube page for a channel for the middle east which is not really her definition of fun or exciting.
HOWEVER, yesterday while hanging out at work and dreading it at the same time, her second boss (whom she has recently met) walks in, plugs his laptop to the speakers and puts really good music on (high five!).. And then after a short while asks her if she wants to ditch the incredibly boring work she's doing and join him on his quest to find the right location for the next commercial they will be shooting. That quest was a little definiton of a bike ride (and by bike, we mean Motorcycle), across the coolest places in Berlin, with wind in the ends of her hair, and a great converstaion with quite a great guy. BY THE WAY, he asked her to be Assisstant Director on the shoot next week!
Work is getting exciting and fun. She came back home yesterday, excited as we have always seen Tala, as she told us about her day at "work".
Rawane: interning at Christian Weber's company.
Well, i am not sure what to say about that. Other than her occasional off days followed by occasionally starting work at 12, or sometimes 4, she was invited to dinner last night by her two bosses. I think they are smoothly becoming one little happy family. They all went grocery shopping together, and then they took her home and cooked for her. And they had a beautiful nice dinner all three of them with a lot, A LOT, and a little bit more than that, of wine. Perfect scene for Miss Khalil. Well she did work while she was there, she took pictures.
Other than her awesome-that-we-are-all-so-jealous bosses, she does work sometimes, sometimes in the office and often at home. She's been working on business cards and logos.
After all if it is fun, if it involves a lot of wine, and always has off days it doesnt mean it cant be called "work".
Zeina: interning at Bongout (and be careful there, it is not in English, but in french, bon gout, as in good taste: yes for all of you who want to mock her, they taught her that :P)
The sweatshop will always be a sweatshop no matter how hard it tries. Other than binding books, and packing books for shipping, they have generously taught her silkscreen printing, and she helped in printing out the poster for the upcoming film festival they are hosting (it is this weekend if anyone is interested.) Moreover, she has been doing all sorts of things at work like taking photographs of their work (paintings, books, plates, cups..), fixing the images, uploading them on the website, doing sketchbooks and all sorts of fantastic things .
Yesterday, she was privileged enough to run the gallery, and sell. Her part will remain limited to the work however, because she, unlike the other 3, has not yet bonded with her boss.
She tries to slip a bit of French here and there so that he feels they have a connection but well she doesn't think that's working. He was happy to see many people at the gallery yesterday so maybe that is going somewhere. Hopefully..
Rawane's bosses' dinner.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
What to say about monday night...
As much as i am tempted to share everything... there is no way.
I dont remember that much anyways ;)
What i can give you are bits and pieces.
Try to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
Rawane, Zeina, And Nour (Dania's friends) finally got to Berlin . (Yes, we know it's confusing
that there are two Rawanes and two Zeinas.. What are the odds)
Now we were seven.
We went out.
We went all out.
Beer botttles in hand.. and sometimes wine.
Club de visionnaire.
We chilled. We drank. More beer. More wine.
Music. House music.
On the floor.. the dance floor.. or was it the bathroom floor?
Italian guy. Sweet Italian guy. Love was in the air.
Brazilian guy. Fabio. Little mustache. Chose the big hair. A stripper. Samba. Yes, A stripper.
Argentinian Guy. A blond for the blond. Hello Argentina ;)
English guy. Bald. Little box. A secret box. A box for his hair. (What?!) Not a stripper. Yet, he
5 am: Home.. sweet.. un-air-conditioned home.
"Sleep is commercial."
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Thursday: July 8,2010
Woke up in the morning each at her own time. Got dressed, got going, and got to work.
As usual, and due to some of our downfalls we somehow all have a bit of anxiety when we are not together, at work we always find a bit of time to chat with each other. And by a bit i mean A lot!
So we were "working" and skyping Dania hits us with the news.
Tony Hawk and N.E.R.D, PHARELL (Fo Ral!!) Live in Prenzlaur Berg! (That would be an area close by, or as close as places can be in this big city!)
And so Dania, Rawane and I leave work early and meet at the station to head to the concert.
Wait, let me rephrase that, Dania and I leave work early and Rawane leaves the house since she had emailed her boss that day that she needs to work on the logo at home since she wanted to get dirty. (No not that other dirty, but the dirty involving ketchup, and other creative material she found at home).
So we meet and go to this huge hall filled with all them Germans, but they werent like the Germans we've seen or the ones we've met, they were a bit younger and just not very German.
We go there, and thankfully this time there wasnt a long queue and so we didnt have to wait at all to get in.
There was German band playing when we fist got there, their music is great, and fun, maybe slightly angry but still fun.
After that BOOM! TONY HAWK AND FRIENDS. Crazy on the Ramp! and by CRAZY i mean CCRRAZZY!! Amazing stunts, 360s, 720s, frontside 540-rodeo flips(and the list of numbers continuess... ), air walks,, front flips, back flips.. (yea, we knew what they were talking about!!) Anyway it was amazing!!!
And Dania got a touch of Tony Hawks sweat and she hasnt showered since. (and i dont think she is planning on doing so...)
They finished while scaring the ramp itself by their tricks. After around 30 mins
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!
N.E.R.D .. PHARREL (for rall!!)
HE was beyond crazy on the stage( oh and didnt i mention we were on the fristtt first, like right-in-front-of-the-stage first row). He went crazy and we went crazy!