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Greetings Earthlings,
It is I, back to Dublin after thrilling times in Berlin and Istanbul.
BERLIN
I visited Park Sans Souci, walked along the Spree, saw where poor Rosa was chucked in, drank wine in little bars in Prenzlauer Berg, read Ian McEwan's The Innocent in the Zoologischer Garten, marvelled at the Reichstag, went to stupid boring meetings on the Euro-Mediterranean process, went to Cafe Moscow (amazing!), went back drinking to a flat in Kreuzberg and oh- met this amazing guy. A little like Alex Zane, lookswise, and studying art history.
aah... we got drunk, we danced, we sat in the chillout area under the stars, we had a small snogette, we stumbled out and sat on Karl Marx Allee watching the sun rise and listening to Dirty Vegas walk into the sun on my iPod, we walked home in the chill dawn in our t-shirts clambering on monuments on the way and squinting in the light. It was the best holiday hook-up I've had in years... certainly since David in April 2005.
But anyway, he lives in Rome, that was it... adios. Or arrivaderci, even...
Anyway, bla, Istanbul was nice, but I was kinda expecting crazy parties in clubs overlooking the Bosphorus- pumping euro-techno, crazy trannies, designer drugs- and well, it underwhelmed me somewhat. Very pretty though.
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In other news, I have a work-dilemma. Give up 3-4 years of ok work in Brussels for 1 year of absolute mind numbing (but extremely well-paid) work on secondment to the Commission in Brussels, plus another crack at the postings list next Christmas? Sydney, Buenos Aires, San Francisco, Boston and London- but also the threats of Riyadh and Bucharest? Better the devil you know?
It is I, back to Dublin after thrilling times in Berlin and Istanbul.
BERLIN
I visited Park Sans Souci, walked along the Spree, saw where poor Rosa was chucked in, drank wine in little bars in Prenzlauer Berg, read Ian McEwan's The Innocent in the Zoologischer Garten, marvelled at the Reichstag, went to stupid boring meetings on the Euro-Mediterranean process, went to Cafe Moscow (amazing!), went back drinking to a flat in Kreuzberg and oh- met this amazing guy. A little like Alex Zane, lookswise, and studying art history.
aah... we got drunk, we danced, we sat in the chillout area under the stars, we had a small snogette, we stumbled out and sat on Karl Marx Allee watching the sun rise and listening to Dirty Vegas walk into the sun on my iPod, we walked home in the chill dawn in our t-shirts clambering on monuments on the way and squinting in the light. It was the best holiday hook-up I've had in years... certainly since David in April 2005.
But anyway, he lives in Rome, that was it... adios. Or arrivaderci, even...
Anyway, bla, Istanbul was nice, but I was kinda expecting crazy parties in clubs overlooking the Bosphorus- pumping euro-techno, crazy trannies, designer drugs- and well, it underwhelmed me somewhat. Very pretty though.
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In other news, I have a work-dilemma. Give up 3-4 years of ok work in Brussels for 1 year of absolute mind numbing (but extremely well-paid) work on secondment to the Commission in Brussels, plus another crack at the postings list next Christmas? Sydney, Buenos Aires, San Francisco, Boston and London- but also the threats of Riyadh and Bucharest? Better the devil you know?