Berlin. I'm here. And I've been here for some time now.I came with my friend Elsa in the beginning of September to the city that I'll always returned to before. And I came to stay. Many ask me what I'm doing here and that's a hard question to answer. I say that I live. Sometimes I say that I do nothing, which could be considered true to people who have a 40 hour work week.
Some people get almost angry if I say that I don't do anything. I mean I do things. Like read, hang out with Elsa and other people, go to couchsurfing meetings, walk around, drink a lot of coffee and so on.
After working all summer with at most just one day of a week, it feels good to do nothing. Or at least less then I did back in Stockholm.
I came to Berlin with plan. That I wanted to do an internship at a museum here. To learn how they work in museums in Germany. So far, no luck. I'm still working on it in the back of my head, and with help from a girl I meet that already works at a museum. She is giving me some advice a long the way. So that's good.
I know, I will run out of money. Everybody keeps telling me that living isn't free. You have to pay rent, food, phone and entertainment amongs other things. I know, but I'm fine at the moment. I will sooner or later probably get a job somewhere, to make some money and have a daytime activate. So that I can finance all the coffee I drink.
The job I would like to get is one in coffee as well. I love coffee and making coffee for others to enjoy I miss from my days at coffee shops.
I've been lucky when it comes to somewhere to live. The first weeks here, me and Elsa shared a bed in a very central apartment on Freidrichstrasse. We lived with two other girls, but I would say that only one counted. She, Janka, is a really great person that we still hang out with. (The other one just hid in her room most of the time.)
After a couple of weeks there it was time to move. I look for WGs (shared apartments) a lot and wrote to many people that I was interested in living with them. Looking for a WG with people that you really enjoy or that aren't stickt vegans or nudist was a bit of a challenge. After a while I got to meet people and see some apartments in Berlin. And boom! I got a room in a music WG.
Two of my room mates play and make music and all the people I live with are so cool. I really enjoy this apartment a lot so I'm so happy that I won the "battle" for it. Let me tell you about what kind of "battle" it was.
The "battle" looked liked this:
I came to the apartment an Sunday afternoon to look at it and meet the people living there.
There are a lot of people in the apartment, all wanting the room that the girls that's moving out has. The apartment is not all that big so all end up in the kitchen, some sitting, some standing. We go around the room saying what we're doing in Berlin and so on. The thing is that no one of the room mates are there at the moment though, so Becky (the girl who lived here before) asked people if they have time to hang out a couple of hours until a room mate comes home. That we could get some beers and get to know each other. Many left. Have lifes, other WGs to see and stuff to do.
Some stay, just like I, and drink some beer with the other ones staying. We talk about many things and the hours pass. More people leave. We talk more. Some more people leave.
When the room mate Shoobi is finally at home it's just me and Pablo, a great Spanish guy. Some have said that they where coming back later but no one shows up. So we hang out a bit more, drink some more beer and then head out to the studio, since Shoobi's band mates need help with some instruments and getting them into the studio. We're done in like five minutes and sit down on the ground talking while many of the people, friend of Shoobi, smoke a cigarette. Come back home to their place again and I stay for a while before going home. Really liking the people there and thinking it was such a great time.
I go to one more of this meetings with other that also want to room, at the same apartment. There is less beer and we are four people + Shoobi hanging out.
A couple of hours after I get a text saying I got the room and I'm so happy I jump up and down at the bar I'm in.
I'm at a couchsurfing meeting, and there are always people looking for place to stay there, and one girl stand up and starts to singing "Happy apartment to you..." and all the other couchsurfers join in. Happy times.
So from my not so furnished room in Friedrichshain comes this blog.
There are so many more this to tell about what I've done here, but I need my coffee now so the stories will continue some other day, at the same blog, Swedes in Berlin: the Jenny edition.
(The name Elsa and I came up with when we where thinking about our own reality show here. Maybe there will be an Elsa edition to.)
So until next time, Tschüß!