Caution: The beginning might sound ubercorny!
Once I’m in Berlin I feel as if I slipped into another role. Being one of these young & brave girls, yearning for adventure and leaving their parents without knowing where it will lead them to.These girls saying they go to New York, to Paris and fulfiling their dream. I start to breath and it seems like for a short moment I can be close to my dream, even when it’s just slight like a breeze.If there’s any chance for me to take the train and wait two hours I’d do it, rather than crawling up inside my room. This time I had spent there, I hope I can share a bit with you. (FYI: Maybe my English impaired.)That first night was tiring (I was at a concert.). I stayed at some acquaintances’ flat and cooked some noodles for dinner. When I was sitting on the bed, I stared at the new CDs I bought and slept.The following day started with my annoying mobile phone, which rang 20 to 8. I turned it off and lay there, gazing at the void. When I got ready, coincidentally my aunt/acquaintance called me and picked me up.
First stop the Dong Xuan market, a Mecca for Vietnamese people: restaurants, grocery stores, wholesaler, hair salons and clothes - they got everything for a Vietnamese or Asian fellow to survive.My wish got granted and I got a new hairstyle, that’s when I hit the road. The next stop according to my baby blue notebook: ‘Miss Zucker’, a little store for frozen yoghurt, cupcakes and waffles.
Being stuffed and satisfied, I continued my path and went to the C|O Berlin, which is an esteemed photo gallery. I think I spent 2-3 hours of my sorrowful life goggling at these pieces of art and wandering through the halls just to dawdle away. And that’s where I was staring at my watch thinking about dining.The aunt, who is also the host of my resting place, said that she would accompany me to the restaurant but then meant that she would need more time. So I went to ‘Friedrichsstraße’ a street made for those keen to consume.Ever since my friend dragged me to ‘Dussmann’ the department store for entertainment media in general, I got addicted to this building. I guess I would never feel bored, endless many books, CDs way too much for one day, well the custodian might notice me and kick me out.Shopping at H&M, Zara or any other apparel chain is just wasteful, when you’re living where all these stores already exist. Instead I prefer second hand, which is mostly convenient and more uncommon. You don’t have the fear of wearing something and seeing another person wearing the same thing, because the possibility is smaller.
And when you haven’t been in such stores in your life, I would recommend ‘Kleidermarkt’, a store mixed with new and second hand clothes, with a great and colourful variety.Time goes by and my backpack becomes heavier, and I get hungry. After my aunt cancels our meeting I go by myself. The thing is I’m very used to being alone, but the problem is that this seems unusual to some people. Only for these reasons I wished I had a boyfriend, so that people wouldn’t eyeballing at me saying “Poor girl!” or “Oh my!”
The book was very confusing, because I couldn't concentrate and the content didn't match with eating.
There was a couple sitting two chairs away from me. The guy was German, but the girl was probably from any country that has English as a native tongue. Therefore they conversed in English and she was vegetarian, he prefered seafood over beef or pork and they were drinking Korean alcohol, that's what I remembered. After all I changed my reading and switched to Interview, because the book was little too offensive for my taste.
Okay now I get to the delicious part. I asked for the dessert and they came back with a divine dish! Let me explain. The white blocks are milk ice with a hazelnut flavour, and then there is the crispy yet smooth brownie edged with pineapple caramel sauce. Altogether was very harmonic and tasty.
Somehow it was late, so I had no other choice but to go home. When I was there, I drank tea, settled the duties and went sleeping.
TBC.
Once I’m in Berlin I feel as if I slipped into another role. Being one of these young & brave girls, yearning for adventure and leaving their parents without knowing where it will lead them to.These girls saying they go to New York, to Paris and fulfiling their dream. I start to breath and it seems like for a short moment I can be close to my dream, even when it’s just slight like a breeze.If there’s any chance for me to take the train and wait two hours I’d do it, rather than crawling up inside my room. This time I had spent there, I hope I can share a bit with you. (FYI: Maybe my English impaired.)That first night was tiring (I was at a concert.). I stayed at some acquaintances’ flat and cooked some noodles for dinner. When I was sitting on the bed, I stared at the new CDs I bought and slept.The following day started with my annoying mobile phone, which rang 20 to 8. I turned it off and lay there, gazing at the void. When I got ready, coincidentally my aunt/acquaintance called me and picked me up.
First stop the Dong Xuan market, a Mecca for Vietnamese people: restaurants, grocery stores, wholesaler, hair salons and clothes - they got everything for a Vietnamese or Asian fellow to survive.My wish got granted and I got a new hairstyle, that’s when I hit the road. The next stop according to my baby blue notebook: ‘Miss Zucker’, a little store for frozen yoghurt, cupcakes and waffles.
Bad for me, it was closed and this led me to the not too far away ‘Boussi Falafel’, opened since August 2010 (according to one of the employees). A very modern style Falafel restaurant, ideal for organic muck-vegetarians and big city girls, who want to be hip.I assume that the ingredients are the same but it’s westernized, still delicious though.
Being stuffed and satisfied, I continued my path and went to the C|O Berlin, which is an esteemed photo gallery. I think I spent 2-3 hours of my sorrowful life goggling at these pieces of art and wandering through the halls just to dawdle away. And that’s where I was staring at my watch thinking about dining.The aunt, who is also the host of my resting place, said that she would accompany me to the restaurant but then meant that she would need more time. So I went to ‘Friedrichsstraße’ a street made for those keen to consume.Ever since my friend dragged me to ‘Dussmann’ the department store for entertainment media in general, I got addicted to this building. I guess I would never feel bored, endless many books, CDs way too much for one day, well the custodian might notice me and kick me out.Shopping at H&M, Zara or any other apparel chain is just wasteful, when you’re living where all these stores already exist. Instead I prefer second hand, which is mostly convenient and more uncommon. You don’t have the fear of wearing something and seeing another person wearing the same thing, because the possibility is smaller.
And when you haven’t been in such stores in your life, I would recommend ‘Kleidermarkt’, a store mixed with new and second hand clothes, with a great and colourful variety.Time goes by and my backpack becomes heavier, and I get hungry. After my aunt cancels our meeting I go by myself. The thing is I’m very used to being alone, but the problem is that this seems unusual to some people. Only for these reasons I wished I had a boyfriend, so that people wouldn’t eyeballing at me saying “Poor girl!” or “Oh my!”
Because my friends, they also have their family and their friends and they are not into the visiting galleries and discovering the strange city that much. Well, if I had a boyfriend, I could have forced him, since he’s my boyfriend - joke. The second thing on my personal list that I wanted to do is eating at Kimchi Princess.
At first I and some stranger confused the entrance door. Eventually we came inside a young, loud and well-patronized building with rushing waiters, running back and forth. The owner, I suppose showed me the already partly taken table, but as you know: I was alone.
The book was very confusing, because I couldn't concentrate and the content didn't match with eating.
There was a couple sitting two chairs away from me. The guy was German, but the girl was probably from any country that has English as a native tongue. Therefore they conversed in English and she was vegetarian, he prefered seafood over beef or pork and they were drinking Korean alcohol, that's what I remembered. After all I changed my reading and switched to Interview, because the book was little too offensive for my taste.
Okay now I get to the delicious part. I asked for the dessert and they came back with a divine dish! Let me explain. The white blocks are milk ice with a hazelnut flavour, and then there is the crispy yet smooth brownie edged with pineapple caramel sauce. Altogether was very harmonic and tasty.
I tried to eat as slowly as I could and then paid. Although I’m not wealthy I still tipped and even bought a tote bag.
Somehow it was late, so I had no other choice but to go home. When I was there, I drank tea, settled the duties and went sleeping.
TBC.
