No glamor, no confetti Because life is hard, but expensive especially needs is to earn money. There are people who make really great stuff, with internet, creativity, shop offices and is always around a hot latte. You earn different amounts of money, but sometimes it's even more irrelevant. Because it's fun. I also work, actually I've had since I can remember. Money was tight and the time had come. But it was never glamorous work, but only pure money. Many things should never stand on a resume: babysitting. Staircase cleaning. Practice clean. Ironing. Collect. And my current job: phone calls. There is little glamor, that I sometimes bring along their own fairy dust to work. But how is life goes there are moments when I do this work. No one really understands what I'm doing actually, I myself also was not that long. My responsibilities are constantly expanding and so far I only received once a corresponding pay increase. The people with whom I associate, I can not always help. Whether it's because I do not understand me or not. Of Education and the German company are the most miles away. Rather, they operate in their own weird world and it is difficult to understand even in this approach. It often happens that I will be yelled at. The good thing is it takes my bad no one when I shout back. Or hang up. Often it is better then both sides and we try to clarify the issue further. I am often "sister" and not in the Christian sense. I encounter the greatest Kautz and ears slit, and by most I'm glad that I do not have to see face to face. But strictly speaking, they come to me as "real" before. You play against a nothing. If sour, then sour. Please, thank you, nice weekend is still serious. For latte, they would think about what is indecent and the Internet with the Mouse. They sit in their "shop office" and yet they create something entirely different. They are so much glamor and that's fine.
Talking about my generation II Here there is a way, I think, very successful summary of the problem of what defines my generation. Similarly, my attempt below, just, * throat clearing, better and more concrete. I can only say so much: excessive demand. This is what I have noticed again and again. Of life, being (should) make, must act, dress, listening, being seen to choose the Internet and all the rest, the constant feeling of all the trillions of ways exactly the wrong thing, while all others are making it increasingly seems just right.
We are a generation characterized by repetitive combinations (Berlin + Media + University + Internships + Indie ...) characterized live, we all basically the same but separate us worlds. We are more industrious than previous generations, (after all, we work mostly in vain, and that too voluntarily!), For a bit of everything and want to end up drinking coffee latte sitting in a café and earn money. We want to take every party and every lecture. The biggest fear is to miss something. We combine high-performance society and motivation like no one else before. At least I'm always stumbling like I was permanently on. No shoe I dressed myself fit properly and then all the other couples, with colorful ribbons and laces, which look much more elegant ... And smile at all, all the doubts that constantly cross the road again and nasty. We are just a lot of heroes in different costumes and are shooting ourselves in the path.
(via Spreeblick )
Of Walls and people The 20th Anniversary of the Berlin wall is just over my few snippets of memories but still present. Even if I just 6 years old, was when the Wall fell. The following year I started school and we were reunited, the first year. All the many people in the streets of Berlin (and particularly of the banks and in the subway) and the strange little cars that suddenly drove the streets, were the first changes I've seen at that time. The first visits to East Berlin, however, have scared me, the gray building facades, liked this strange plastic money and the funny smells did not me. The whole meaning of what just happened around me, but I could not understand. Everybody was terribly excited, now was built in Berlin very much. When I think about today, what would it be like if the wall would still stand, I realize it would be so much in my life today are missing: people, memories, places. Berlin as a divided city of Berlin is not mine, it would be so incomplete. The face of the reunification is nowhere more visible than here: Without the wall, which was something of a worry line through Berlin, Berlin is always fresher and younger. The one where we should continue to carry the wall, is a cautionary piece of the time, stuck in the photo album: 
(covered: 11/11/1989, Treptow Park)
Everything new, again New layout and prolonged silence. Further stories from Berlin. 
