Walther and three mobile phones, Berlin

It starts with a woman frantically playing with her three mobile phones on the counter of a local bar in Wrangelkiez. Me and Q are walking along our street, the Falcon Stone street. Pretty bad-ass right? Or is it the Stone Falcon street. The fuck if I know. We pass the Konrad Tönz bar. Easy. It…

Rügen, Germany

Right after Salzburg, there was a last trip to the agenda before heading back to Canada. It was not Istanbul, Amsterdam, Venice or even just the Black Forest. It was one place we discussed seeing many times with my friend but never got around going there despite me regularly visiting her in Berlin, more than…

Das Studentenleben

The student life. Never was I considered like someone who parties a lot. Neither was I ever considered like someone who would like to forgo a bit of comfort in favor of sleeping in the public showers of a Canadian national park, or live in a 12m² flat. Then, I delved right into the possibilities…

Sylvester Travels

Happy New year.
Looking back on the last moments of 2014 and early moments of 2015.

Topography of terror & Berlin Third wave coffee

What better way to kill the day’s spirit than visiting an exposition about how Germany tried to eradicate Warsaw from the face of the earth. An exposition set up in the ruins of an old Gestapo headquarters about the city we now call the Phoenix of Poland. 85% of its structures utterly destroyed or wiped…

Mein Deutsche, the parliament and cheap beer

More and more I visit Berlin, the more I realize that speaking German is not an asset but a necessity. The very rare occasions when I manage to ask or say a complete idea in German, without sounding completely out of it (still retaining a terrible accent I’m sure) I usually get much more positive…

Crawling Berlin, Germany

What better way to get introduced to the city, than a pub crawl. Or should we mention, an alternative pub crawl. As we would only visit local bars, dive bars and underground scene bars. So not much for touristy places. It all started at ’round 21:00 pm. In a small local pub with latin /…

Berlin, Berlin

I was not 24 hours in Berlin I was already in love with the city. First it was the evening when I arrived so I just sat under the world clock staring at the tv tower while some guy played hangdrum next to me in exchange for euro cents. Then a small pub with it’s…