Good bye, Berlin

Portugal , January 2021

It‘s been three weeks ago since I quit Berlin and left 16 boxes with the essential belongings in a rented storage room. Mirjam helped me with that as it had to be done the same day a flew away. We sat in Görlitzer Park beside the punks, drug dealers and colorful neighbours and drank bubbles on a cold January 2nd , before heading off to the airport.

Last time I quit Berlin was in the year 2000 to go and live in Madrid for 5 years. And I will never forget my arrival to Berlin, aged 19, on a super cold 9th of January 1995, with nothing but my clothes on and not a cent in my pockets.

This time, I carried nothing but a check in bag with warm comfortable clothes, a wetsuit, swim goggles and my rucksack with laptop, external hard drive and small music speaker into my new life as a digital nomad.

And here I am in Portugal. Freezing, due to the toughest winter since 10 years and aware of the given circumstances of extremely fast rising numbers of covid cases. Still though, I am lucky enough to be close to the sea, mostly alone in a rented house with chimney and with enough time for myself to work, write and chill. I have no idea where to end up next month, and this is exactly what I was looking for.

Mr P is getting on my nerves and makes me be as stiff as a pencil. I need heat! A lot of warmth to heat me up like a reptile in the sun. So, lets see where I can get to, the easiest way without taking too many risks in pandemic.

Where the hell will I end up? So curious to know! Stay safe and see you soon.