From Groningen to Berlin
12 September 2011 in Daily life, Paranoia, Trips, WhateverAfter a long-time epic without borders, packed with surprises and driven by a desire of a life without negative pressures, I find myself again at the starting point: back to work. Damn.
The real difference is the place. I am leaving the Netherlands, and instead moving to Berlin together with all my guitars, dreams, well-asleep ambitions and daily things. I don’t really know why I’m doing this, and I am not really convinced it is actually the right choice. Differently than my past experiences, this time I am living everything in such a passive way, almost like suffering the events surrounding me. All I know is that money is running out and it’s time to change once again. I had a chance to stay in Groningen, if I ever wanted: however, sometimes, it’s better to run away rather than keep living in a place that (as beautiful as it might be) can seriously leave you with nothing but a beautiful obsession you’re trying to get rid of. I had the chance to move to Amsterdam, and it was almost real at some point: however, a few things didn’t go as they were supposed to, and a combination of randomness, alcohol and desire to change is going to bring me in a very special place: Berlin. I don’t know how’s gonna end up, I am not even ruling out the possibility it might all turn in a negative outcome, as it often happened in my life. What I know for sure is that change often comes as a inertial force.
All these things make me thing, however, once again about my almost-three years here in the Netherlands. I didn’t really expect to stay in this country for more than 6 or 12 months, but it definitely became a part of my heart. I’ve become a bit Dutch in the end, and I can assure you it’s very, very difficult for me to leave the Netherlands. I don’t really know how this new adventure is going to be: what I barely know is that, at age 29, it might easily be the last. Or maybe not, who knows, I still have that crazy idea of spending one year in Barcelona (the most beautiful city in Europe) well into my head. Really, I am unable to make any predictions related to my life: a few nights ago, a very special girl (I will never ever write her name here) reminded me I am often unable to take even the simplest decisions. Well, she’s absolutely right; I am indeed nothing more than a penniless walk-on driven by the surrounding events. That’s probably why I am feeling such a countryless wanderer searching for himself, even when I am about to relocate once again. I just hope that, one day or the other, something could happen and all of this search might ultimately end.
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Best of luck in Berlin! It was great knowing you and maybe we’ll meet again. Too bad I couldn’t come to say goodbye, but well, that’s how things can go. Anyway, here’s a nice video about one of the Netherlands’ peculiar holidays, queens day: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1K1vpU8vzRs (also watch the one about “zakje”).
Have fun over there!
I’ve made the crazy Koninginnedag twice (Groningen & Amsterdam), and I actually got enough of that so much I decided not to make it in my third year
For the rest, you know you’re always welcome here in Berlin – or wherever the wind will bring me, I think you got the idea of how nomadic I am, didn’t you? Thanks for your message, mate, and ciao!
Angelo, visto che adesso avrai un pò di tempo in più, perchè non scrivi qualche articolo sportivo sul All in Trapani?
Ciao Angelooo
Best of Luck!
È, Angelo, come va in Germania? Hai già trovato una bella femina nel nuovo lavoro? E le incertezze? Ancora latenti? Le incertezze dell’uomo moderno vengono di vivere un’esistenza piena di rischi. O forse non ci sono incertezze reale e tutto è una cazzata. E come sono i tedeschi?
Nicola caro, guarda che tempo non ne ho sul serio. Ho addirittura sospeso la collaborazione con Goal.com che facevo prima, quindi fai te, poi che vuoi che ne sappia di sport a Trapani?
Salutamu!
Mr Gianfranco (a Catalan in the Netherlands, I guess), è inutile che fingi di parlare in italiano, tanto si vede lontano un miglio che non sei madrelingua
Il resto: i tedeschi sono noiosi, il lavoro è orrendo come tutti i lavori del resto, le tedesche non sono niente di speciale. Mentre le incertezze fanno parte della mia vita a prescindere, sennò che gusto ci sarebbe? E sì, tutto è una cazzata, incluso anche questo commento che sa di surrealismo alla Dalí (you know what I am talking about). Adéu.
AnGeloooo, ma manco di calcio mazarese sai?
Vero Straniero stai addivintannu!
Ciao Compare e come dicia u zù Tano
Ficco Ficcogna, ficcare un nè vergogna,
Ficcarò i nostri padri, ficcamo puru nuatri!