
Reichstag in winter - isn´t it beautiful? And do you recognize those illuminated figures guarding the christmas tree:)?
We didn´t get much snow this winter, but it seems to be enough for Martin who found the snow-women of his dreams in the park between Brandenburg Gate and Reichstag. I wish them a happy future at -10°C...:)
This is the evidence that Mister Barber´s shoes are falling apart and that therefore he had absolutely no right to keep nagging about Luki´s and Alvine´s - äääh, I mean Almut´s decayes shoes for a whole week. What an impertinence:)!
Seems like a normal situation for strange little hackers like Lukas - but I just thought it looks hilarious, Luki diving into the innards of Mister Barber´s computer while he´s holding the flashlight; slightly bored and obviously not very concerned about his PC´s health. Whatever - a scene from my everyday life:)


I drove back to Berlin after visiting my family for Chritmas and definitely didn´t expect so many people in our kitchen - Valentin, who was my interim tenant during my stay in Tucson, prepared dinner for all of us and even tried to seve it. My friends Marie, Lukas and Almuth were there (a lot of people visited me around New Year´s Eve); as well as Toralf, Mister Barber, Elisabeth and of course, Valentin and his girlfriend.


There´s another tradition on christmas meetings, that I almost forgot: the singing. Loved by us and probably hated by most of Stangenrod´s burgeois inhabitants. Well, I must admit - to their defense - some of us are pretty good at singing loud, but not exactly so very good in singing in tune. For us it doesn´t matter. Here are Hendrik, Lisa and the whole choir, followed by Julia, who danced to entertain Samuel, Mechthilds little son.



Back in the arms of these weird wild hiking forestlovers:) From the top to the bottom: I missed fighting with Julia!!! Then: Miro and Verena during the meal-preparations for about 30 people. Aaannnnd: Seppel, Berthold, Katja and Julia - on a walk and on a tree:).

I´m back in the city of punk and chaos, of culture and subculture, of pomp and fith - and, of course, in the circles of my tall and tiny roommates. Here they are: Milli Meta, Nele and Nina. I guess Mister Barber ran out of the picture...