turkish in berlin
day-trip to berlin…
at first, in the rolling can, full with people. berlin sunk in chaos because of the general check of trains and trams. upon that, school is out and the weather is great. my timing on planing trips is the best ever, as usual.
then on the streets of berlin, also full. a rainbow of skin colors, of business and hollyday outfits, of in hands holded city-maps and cameras.
i went to the embassy to get a new identity-card. the pictures i needed were more expensive than the application. not bad. and the way to the photographer on the corner took longer than the time i spent inside the office, including waiting. don’t try to be hurry in berlin these days. it doesn’t work, at least as long as you have to go out.
i had lots of time. i just didn’t want to whaste it all with the things i had to do.
the turkish-market is the event. a real market, narrow and full with different languages, where people go even without needing anything. but nobody goes back home without buying something. tea and spices, sewing and kitchen stuff, vegetables and meat, clothes, shoes, hand-food, and a cloud of smells and accents…
next to it, the river. people sit and read, listen to street-musicians, drink a coffee and have a break… a real-life flair (allmost “southly”) in the heart of germanys most colorfull city.
the trip finished not far away from market, with a cheese-cake and the sparrows, before we took the way back home. we had to put our new turkish-twins-look on and drink a beer in my low-energy-garden.
little joe