flows. Nobody comes in the little park where I enjoy my breaks from work. The
blue portable speaker, a present from Rolf, mixes with the bird singing.
Rolf a week ago, in Strausberg, at the Urban Communities Convergence Berlin,
always busy, gathering wood, carrying water, cooking, cleaning and smiling
often. At night he had more time and we were using hands communicating in
German and English. I learned he was organizing Hip Hop parties in 1986 in Bremen and he enjoys a
lot his synthesizers. He likes Pink Floyd, he liked my synthy protest song and
Manu Dibango’s Soul Makossa. On the last day he said “I have something for you”
and he handed me a mini portable blue speaker. I went emotional the size of a
home. I tend to say it was a question of context, of course, I’d have gone
emotional anyway: it was the last day of one of the most beautiful weeks,
surrounded by nature and wonderful people.
Arne is an
old friend; I met him long ago during another project. We see each other rarely
but beautifully. He is one of those beautiful people nothing would ever upset
them. A few days before the event we met and he briefly updated me about what
was about to happen. He likes my tunes and I was supposed to DJ for a day or
two, maybe three. He spoke me about Andrei’s similar sense of humor, him being
also Romanian, co-organizer and Arne’s friend. Back home, I checked out one
more time the event’s webpage, I noticed “nature”, “sustainability”,
“community”, swapped a shift at work and exhaled “Yup, I’m going!”.
setting. I was in the wrong station, waiting for the next train. I had a busy
day at the hostel and now my freshness and smiley face were being fueled by the
windy orange fingers of the sun. Time was passing like a crystal creek and
Irakli, the beautiful Bulgarian beach, was on my mind. When I finally reached
the place, I met Andrei from Iaşi,
a wonderful storyteller, just as my dear grandmother, also coming from the
area. It was a pleasure listening to him and, during the non-busy moments, we
were laughing continuously. We’d invent the Sh#*-o-meter, a mental device that
would buzz when vulgarity was to be reached while practicing Romanian slang. On
the last day he told us about his availability in supporting us whenever in the
mood for other such events around Berlin.
I felt like hugging him, which actually happened, somehow.
a beautiful hair and she landed among us out of a fairytale. Excepting
Valentin, an excellent car driver aged 13, she was the youngest, 18 I imagine.
She bluntly told me I have a beautiful smile and asked me if I plan to settle
down. I either replied “I don’t know” or I joked about it. She would like to
live inside a lighthouse, or at least around it. She asked me plenty of
questions and I answered all of them. She liked my hometown has lighthouses.
She couldn’t stop laughing, apparently because of me. In the little park where
I enjoy my breaks from work, Brubeck flows and the smallest dog in the world,
for the moment, changes my thoughts.
was dancing the most. Sometimes, she was looking at me and I was looking at
her. She told us about living in her Portugal based eco-community and
she was being beautiful. One day, we got in the same hammock for a one on one sharing
and listening game exercise. She was warmly gazing into my eyes and I told her
about my late grandmother. Eyes glowing, she wished time wouldn’t expire, so
she could listen more. She told me about herself and about her intense last
months which now were gone, thankfully. I wish time wouldn’t expire, so I could
and he is an excellent percussionist. He knew about Shuberek because he has
Crimean Tatar Mongolian roots, just like me. We cooked vegan balls, we laughed
and we spoke about Homo sapiens versus the Neanderthal man. Gyorg is a mixture of
wilderness, strength, beauty, fun and heart. Sometimes he was calling me
“Chiburekki” because both of us seemed to be craving for that fried dough
filled with minced meat and onions.
Nika was on
the same ship with Viktoria when they landed among us out of that fairytale.
Short, wearing heavy boots, a matching vest and enjoying getting us wood. He
knows how to make practical or small things, he could sew and from this
perspective I should have insisted for some knowledge. He is aware of various
energies floating around us and he is inviting us to feel the same. Inside a
small leather bag there was a button and he gave it to me. In return, I gave
him a magazine he wanted. On my way home it was him, Klina and Dominik which I
hugged last. Home Friedrichshain, not home Strausberg.
We ate like
kings, we carried water, we cleaned up the place, me and Klaus we counted spoons
and pots, we went to the lake, we did everything. Daily, we experienced intense and deep moments. We
DJ-ed taking turns. I didn’t miss Berlin,
I didn’t miss anybody, but I was so happy seeing my flatmate again; Lea and
Elena, old friends, it was wonderful escaping with them in Strausberg after
such a long time no see. No wonder they named the place “Andere Welt”.
quiet, around a sleeping fire. A documentary about moss is being narrated by
Harry, an artist who drives the tractor and the motor scooter only accompanied
by his dog. “The moss can travel to space and back and still survive. This
means it can take a – 200 Celsius degrees temperature”. “Respect!”, exclaims
Anto and we all break the chakras, again, by laughing out loudly. I am missing
Anto, now, with all of this jazz playing. I’d share my sandwich and I’d stop
the music, so I can better see her gentle eyes. She laughs a lot, she kicks ass
in making jokes and she bursts of emotion. She enjoys conversations and she
played dance music. And Lumi, she also played excellent stuff, using headphones
and the mixing console.
lower the music a bit?”, nicely demands Lea, as she was probably trying to have
a conversation. Gyorg would like some soul music. Soul, as in Isaac Hayes black
soul music? No, just music for the soul. Aha. Delci and Elena would like to
dance and they have some suggestions, Anto already prepares a playlist and I
search for some matching songs. One laptop for everybody. The music is
controlled by various people, we take turns and whenever someone has a request
I put it on the other DJ. Just because I’m here it doesn’t mean I played this
song. I didn’t set it this loud either. I laugh about it with Arne and Rolf,
Brubeck and some present green winds.
to another country, to another continent, to another dimension. All things live
in a harmony which makes me feel embarrassed by a possible gossip related
thought I might have. You know, initially, some people seem disconnected,
unpleased, or to be asking questions not matching your thoughts as an
individual. However, you know about accepting, just like the others and this is
a community feature, this is when we start working together and enjoying
ourselves. This is when we start feeling home and exclusively thinking of
positive thoughts, despite the intense moments which sometimes occur. I have
reached both my inner fulfillment and peace, we worked as one and it felt as we
could move the mountains.
this year my beautiful people will meet again, this time in Romania. I’m
stuck in Berlin,
but it’s ok. I keep telling them to check out the Black
Sea coast or the Danube Delta, for instance. They’ll love it
anyway, regardless the location. Nikola’s orange van, during daytime, allows
you to see the stars from the inside. A quiet Neukölln park is now chewing my
heart, smiling saxophones in my eardrum. My thankfulness and this story could
in a circle, eyes closed. I am peaceful and cleansed inside, so I start
stepping forward, right hand stretched. Whoever I touch first will be my
partner in sharing, game’s rules. I follow the vivid image last seen before
closing my eyes, I visualize it through this darkness and the chances of
reaching her hand seem poor, there are too many beings around us. I know she
was somewhere on my left and I act accordingly, after all, we might reach our
hands. I beautifully feel grabbed by a strong male hand and I open my eyes and
her hand, hanging by a thread, was also there. We enjoy the victory inside the
hammock she took me at and we start sharing.