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11 years ago on this day, I become 11.
This 22nd of November, I became 22.
It is a nice number so it will be a good year.

(and now that we are looking back, we all know what happened 50 years ago of course. Or actually we dont. there was a competition who got the best story of what he or she was doing 50 years ago on this day. i wonder if we are also going to do that for 9/11 so many years from now.. It's a bit strange, don't you think? Anyway..)

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One can't really go wrong with dead-animal-museums, not with this girl at least. But I have to say that the one in Berlin has done the most supurb job.
In most museums it's just dead animals behind glass, with little plates that tell you their funny latin names. Berlin took it a bit further and shows you the cruelty of those cute flapping fellas. A mumbird feeds her babybirds another babybird she just killed, owls who just killed a magpie look at you like you're next, a sad little sparrow lays bleeding in the gutter of a Berlin sidewalk next to some gum and cigarette butts, a shark hangs wrinkled-up in a glassjar because no-one bothered to make him look nice.. And as a highlight of it all, they had a gorialla with my name. Can you get me any more excited? I don't think so.

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installations by dick verdult + tomas saraceno

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Our first view of Berlin.

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I am writing fairytales about my life with castles and princesses. 

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In Berlin we spent a lot of time going through suitcases with old pictures, untill our fingers were so frozen that we had to stop. At times I wondered if every single German was at least a little bit transsexual. 

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collections of small treasures in Berlin.
(I have also been adding tags to all my post and wrote a little story around them here)

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I'm looking for a nice place to crash my plane. 

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We imagined how it would feel to be very small and you had to jump between the white stripes on the road. It was extremely cold, but I was very happy.
The pictures are made by Manon. 

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tiny people, tiny bikes. 

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I really enjoyed this German bread in Berlin and was very happy when I discovered they have it in the supermarket here as well.
First one taken on a bench outside a hotel, using an improvised knife.. We're designers afterall. Second in Lena and Christopher's very cute kitchen.

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Hamburger Bahnhof Berlin

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Manon at the deserted Tempelhof airport. It was very beautiful and big and empty and misty, but also very very freezing cold, so she looks sad in the last photo.

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My parents gave us a name for ourselves and a name from the arts. My name is Bobby Lilith and they named me after Lilith Am Roten Meer by Anselm Kiefer. I've seen it before in real life, but was too young to understand it. In the last years I've taken a lot of pride in my name, so I guess you can imagine my delight when I turned the corner in Hamburger Bahnhof, and suddenly saw it there. I'd seen it on pictures, but it's always so much more impressive in real life, like all Kiefer's work.
I am very proud to have this piece with me forever, because it's incredibly beautiful.

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Monday night, after passing our first quarter, we took the bus to Berlin. Lena and her housemate Christopher were so very kind to offer us a space to sleep in their beautiful appartment. Besides Lena and Christopher, we met many more super nice and wonderful people. It was perfect. Very very cold, but perfect. 

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Ich tanz' die ganz nacht

und trotzdem bin ich allein

Years ago, these two pictures made me fall in love with Berlin. My dad took them when he was about my age. I hope soon, she'll see me walking her streets again.