Traveling around

Hi there,

I know I haven't written anything in a while and I miss it, a lot. But lately I've been doing a lot of travelling. And a lot of going out (check me out with a social life). My roommate and I went to Poland on a roadtrip with a few other brazilians from our school, it was great. Not only the knowing of a new country but also because of the experience and the history we got to learn. We went to Krakow and did a tour around the Jewish neighbourhood, we saw the Castle and got to learn a bit about the dragon's tale. We went out, we had a great time. But one of the things that marked me the most was the Jewish walking tour that I did. And not only for the story, since we got to listen and follow all that had happened in Krakow and Poland since the moment the Jewish started to go there until past world war 2. With of course a focus on the attrocities commited during the war. We saw Schindler's factory. We saw the Chairs Platz where the jewish had been told to gather and then taken or killed. What marked me was the claim the guide made, which is recurrent here in Germany and in all other places marked by the WWII. She said "Please, don't remember us for the atrocities commited. There's so much more to our history than that. When you think of us don't think of Aushwitz only. Think of all the good things we did to the Jewish and to everyone else through our history." And also the fact that, like the germans, they don't hide what was done. But they learned and they do their best to make sure history won't be repeated.
Anyway, after Poland I spent a week back in Berlin having classes and then I spent 10 days in England, where after a few days in London, which was marvelous, and the Wicked performance (which will gain a post for itself)  I got to spend the most marvelous time with Hannah who I finally got to meet. ^^

So yeah. That's the reason and I'm sorry and the minute I finish this other project of mine I'll try to give more thought and dedicate myself more to this blog.

Live long and prosper xD

First week in Berlin

Okay so this was going to be a pretty much detailed description of my first week here but I got lazy halfway through so I'm just gonna post what I did write and make a short text some other day about the  first month. Sometime xD
Excuse any mistakes, I was doing it on doc xD


The trip started with the flight from Recife to Frankfurt being two hours late, since the system went down for a few hours, making check in impossible. While in the airport I met some of the people who I had been talking on whatsapp for months. The people who were to travel with me. After the plane took off, we had a 10 hour marathon and since it was an overnight flight, I ended up not sleeping more than about half an hour total.
Arriving in Frankfurt two hours late I had already missed my connection so I had to go and have my flight rescheduled, which gave me no mora than 20 min to go through passaport control, imigration and going to the next gate. I'm not sure whether or not you've ever gone to Frankfurt's airport but let me tell you this: it's bloody huge. It's like on the top 10 biggest airports in Europe or around the world or whatever. It's like a small city. Anyway, this girl and I had were going to take the same flight so we decided to stick together. We basically ran through the airport and did everthing we had to do in 15 minutes. It was a mad race. To the point where while passing the X-Ray the guy there was like "somebody is in a rush" and I said "yeah. My flight takes off in 15 min".. Once I told him my gate he just turned at me and said "you're not gonna make it." But hey I did make it. Barely.
Anyway so we took the flight from Frankfurt to Berlin and getting here my dear friend was waiting for me. Which, let me say, was simply adorable. Right, so before that we were waiting for our luggage and it never arrived, so after getting out we went to the lost and founds and then some other place to say that our luggage was lost and stuff. They took our addresses and numbers and gave us a protocol number, saying our luggage was in Frankfurt but would be sent to us that same day, the next one in the latest. The four of us (because there was another brazilian in our flight) then shared a cab to the hostel.

The place we stayed was actually pretty cool, they had free wifi and a pool table along with a bunch of other cool stuff. We checked in our room and went out after some food, finding an actually really good place to eat. A big enough meal for two, though since we didn't know we had to fight our way through the plate, giving up no more than halway through which was when we found out we could take the rest to go. Making that our dinner, as well.
Iso and I went back to the hostel to drop some of the stuff and then she showed me around a bit of Berlin's Mitte. Damn the place is beautiful. It's a big city but not exactly as the ones I'm used to in Brazil. And the buzz of voices around and signs of world wide known brands made it seem like we could've been anywhere in the world. Although the cold did say it was nowhere near the Equator line. And full of people from all places. It was really cool. Anyway we browsed some stores, we went in a bookshop (You can take a girl out of her country, out of her world, you can even take the books away from her... But you will never be able to take her away from the books.) and I was really happy to see there were some books in english too (yay me). Anyway we finally parted ways, Iso and I, I mean, at the hostel since it was getting late and she went home. I went inside and met up with the brazilians who were there (There were loads of us) and we sat at the "common room" to socialize with one another and drink some beers and soft drinks and whatever and play cards and be loud. When I finally got to sleep it was way past 3 am, Germany time, making it like over 24 hours of not sleeping. Woke up the next morning and we went out as a small group to do some sight seeing, we ended up going to the Bode-Museum, which was pretty cool, and then I went back to the hostel to try to talk to my grandparents while the others went to another museum. Later on I went to Alexander Platz with a bunch of people and ended up getting lost on my way back. It was, now when I look back, pretty hilarious. I got home and they wanted me to drag me out again, to a nightclub or something, but I refused to go... Until I rested and ended up going anyway. After all, you gotta enjoy it while you can, right? So we tried to go to this place but we didn't manage to get in. For no other reason than: Berlin nightclubs have guys at the doors, not exactly security but sort of, and they choose who goes in and who doesnt. Apparently I wasn't cool enough to go in... Or maybe it was the fact that I was with two other guys in my group, and not girls only. Anyway we went back to the hostel and we did a bit of a party in the common room again, until I went upstairs to sleep.

Power of words

She opened up the book and started to read out loud, whispering the words, as if telling a secret. Dangerous words had been written down long ago by her own hand, one that was now old and marked for the years who charged their price. Powerful words that were feared even while they were being written. But then, arent all words powerful? Hadn't she been taught that every word was dangerous and that writing was the most dangerous thing of all? The darkest and yet sweetest secret. Too much power was held in the hands of those who wrote. The written word, the spoken word. Words coming together to form an infinity of all things. They were too powerful to be held down, locked away in a piece of paper, yet humanity kept on doing just that. They say humans fear what they don't understand and yet... Yet they wrote. She always thought it was because they didn't know they didn't understand, they thought they did when in fact they didn't. So they lied to themselves, pretending to have absolute control, but they have always been mistaken. But she knew better than to pretend, life had taught her not to lie to herself. She had been young once, and fearless, and though many would still call her brave, she had the one secret fear that she had to face day by day: the fear of words.
She had spent her life being transported by them, using them as an escape from reality whenever reality felt like too much. Whenever reality made her sad or hurt or even bored. Whenever reality was too real for her to handle, she played with them and found her own place, her own worlds. And slowly, word by word, they got a hold on her. They emprisioned her in all those worlds, all those possibilities. Until she had been trapped in her escape route that somehow became a prison. They charged their price. And as she created life with words, life ran by outside without her being aware. Life happened and she was trapped. A different reality, far more dangerous than the reality she had tried to escape from. And yet far more fulfilling.
She had been young once, and her youth could be counted on the pages of the books she had read and written. The sunrise and sunsets could be measured by chapters. Chapters filled with pain and sorrow and love and happiness. Her dreams had been an epilogue of things to come. She had followed them and as dreams were lived, more would form.
Fear me, she could all but hear the words speaking to her even now, so many years later. Words forming more words that would form complete sentences that would join other words and sentences in a net of powerful roads, where each twist and turn would be filled with dangerous wonders. Her first words had been a prologue for all the things to come, and while living the last pages of her epilogue the words kept on. Fear me. Fear me for I am the life of all things. Fear me for I am peace and I am war. Fear me for I am old and young and ageless. Fear me for I'm what has been and what will be. Fear me for I am light and darkness. Fear me for you love me. Fear me for I am life.
Fear me.
And so she read out loud the one word that had had the power to destroy worlds. The last word of all stories, all books, all realities, all lives. She read the one word as her own story reached it's end.

Books read in January.

Okay so, as a book a holic, people are always asking me how many books I read through the year and I'm never sure, at all. Last year I tried to make a list of the books I read during it but let's just say I lost the damn paper and couldn't remember most of the names so... I'm trying a one list a month thing and this way I'll know which ones and be able to make a proper count at the end of the year. xD
I'm at a romantical month, one could say so xD Anyway, these are the books I read from beginning to end, I also started City of Ashes and I've been reading The Ocean at the End of the Land, but I decided they only count if I started and finished on the same month. Or in case of these two, they'll count on next month's when I do the February list. I may or may not do a little review on them later on but for now let me just say they're really good books, the first 14 by Nora Roberts and the last one from the series The Mortal Instruments.

Dark Witch
Daring to dream
Holding the dream
Finding the dream
Taming Tash
Luring a lady
Falling for Rachel
Convincing Alex
Waiting for Nick
Considering Kate
The Last Honest Woman
Dance to the Piper
Skin Deep
Without a Trace
City of Bones

If this is a dream I don't want to wake up
If it's all just a dream then let it become my reality
For in this dream I can hold you
In the dream you know that I love you.

I try to reach out to you but you won't look
I'm all alone and you can't see me
I scream the words to the wind, for the world to listen
Yet you never hear.

You're in my arms, I hold you tight
I can count the infinite beats of your heart
As we lay, side by side
Whispering promises in the moonlight

Day by day I try to convince myself it's a mistake
But one look at your smile and my heart's awake,
All the reasons this could be wrong make it be so absolutely right
that I catch myself counting down the seconds until it's night.

As night comes and I can finally sleep, in dreams you come
Your heartbeats have the sound of a drum
Telling me all that I need to know.
Telling me that in dreams, at least, we belong.

Some german music

So, on the spirit of one-month-till-I-leave-for-Germany-for-a-year-and-a-half (more to be said about this later when the mood strikes) I'm going to put some German music here to educate you guys. As if. Nah I just really like this song, and this band as a matter of fact, and though it took me a trip to google to actually understand more than a few words here and there (totally worth it btw) I wasn't disappointed. It's also a proof that German isn't ugly as a language. I know that when people think of german, of Germany, the first thing that comes to mind is Hitler and WWII and all the blood, tears, pain and despair of war, of a country left in the hands of the wrong people (well not left but taken over by). But there's so much more to Germany than that. There's so much more to the german language then the Hitler speeches or what we saw on some WWII inspired movie. German is not a language for curses only. It's also a language for music, for poetry and for pride. I do admit the huge words that look like complete sentences (and that actually are complete sentences when you get to know them) are more than a little scary. But there's so much more to it than the scary first, second and third impressions. Just... Listen.

I thought you said you would never let go of me

I thought you said I could never be replaced

But hurt as it might, deep down I know

Our friendship has changed.

What once was is now but a memory

And all the plans we had, all the promises we made,

Are now nothing but ghosts,

For our lives have changed

I tried to hold on to the pieces of the past

But they kept falling through my fingers like sand

As a painful reminder that everything has an end.

I tried to let go of you,

But the ghosts of the past keep crawling back,

Sneaking their way in and never letting go of me.

Past and future keep me chained where I am,

Trapped in a tug of war between what was and is

And every time it seems like one might finally win

The other pulls back and in the middle I stand.

And as my mind begs me to let go of it

My heart, full of memories, begs me to keep trying.

And it’s thinking of forever that I’m stuck

Never even knowing whether to follow brain or heart.