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BELGRADO 6

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BELGRADO 6

I just watched classic episode of Dynasty: Blake and Steven are arguing about Steven being a gay and Blake is complaining to Medical comity’s decision that homosexuality is not a disease. And before the wedding, Crystal is sad because Blake is very rich, and she was grown up in small poor village, and she doesn't know how to deal with it.   :)    Precious. We had our “Dynasty names” in primary school. I think I was Claudia, crazy chick.
Great personal discovery: it’s possible to buy a jar of only white eurocream! My childhood dream.
Stickers about my book are now on corners of Amsterdam, and one copy of the book is being read in Paris at the moment. That makes me happy and chilled out ;)
About that other thing – I am trying to put it in some hidden corner of my mind. I wrote a dozen letters, but I won’t send neither.  
After a lot a lot a lot of sangria last night, I was sleeping till 5 pm.  And it’s dark again. I think I was drinking from sadness. Or the sangria was very good ;)
Belgrado under the snow. Amsterdam under the snow. Sadness under the snow. People under the snow.
I have sudden desire to live in Kisangani.

BELGRADO 2

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BELGRADO 2


Autumn postcard from Belgrade: situation here is not really in plus. I feel depressed and tired. So, I am not in plus.
People. People are exhausting me. All of them are depressed, more or less. They are exhausting me with their gothic-trash-look, with their lovers’ fights on public places, with their numerous prejudices. Some things here are making me wanna puke. Constant nagging to this and that and that; big laziness; hard job for small money…
Nothing looks good in Belgrade. Their behavior is perfectly normal reaction.
(I feel some indefinite fear… Fear from being alive.)
So, I am hanging out mostly with guests in our country, cs friends and sister plus baby. They are my energizers.
Also – riding a bike to and from job, attending cs light parties, planning book promotions, photo walks with good friend and photographer who knows how to inspire a model in me… I am enjoying in lot of writing (very passionate poems and stories which are not suitable for publishing right now) and reading (Marquez, Pisarev, Pavic…)
After morning depression, days are spent in entrepreneurial behavior. That’s also an energizer – my active self. After digging up my index in some hidden corner, I am like a new student now – freshmen. Discussing with professors about my topic, considering A’dam chances and also few other nice cities as alternatives. Everybody is supporting the topic, to my surprise. It would be really a pleasure to write it, pleasure and a serious job. These days I am consulting professors, writers and critics, because I want to make the best selection of books.
In cs meeting everything is possible. Making strong conversation about conflicts in Man’s novels and controversies in Niche’s philosophy; siting at  long table like on peasant’s wedding; listening toothless chick talking about me in very rude way. But that’s just like that (zo). I am used to communication with prejudices in A’dam; as I said – I like when two cities are look alike.
I am continuing to learn Dutch whenever I have time and I really enjoy in that soft sexy sounds.
These days I like and search for: children’s beauty and energy; Belgrade’s autumn, river and cost; supportive people; guys behaving friendly; intelligent provocative guys; my arse in colorful leggings; speed walking and speed cycling on my light bicycle; watching sometimes Rudolf for improving cooking skills and improving Dutch (words for the ingredients are important); good weed on my terrace with fast-workaholic-friend, while staring at shiny ball.
I am looking forward to the birthday presents; fair in Smederevska Palanka; intellectual adventures; life changes; something brand brand new.

BELGRADO

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Ok, let’s do Belgrade, in a small dose. He’s the same; maybe I am a little bit different.
It’s very hot here, still. Sun makes me sleepy.
Playing with a baby, seeing lot of friends, having funny communication, thinking about A’dam (keeping the habits in a tram and on the crossroads), walking, cycling (hm, feeling like a kaskader while cycling in a Belgrade center)…
Attended great party in Brod and saw many old friends, mhmmm, love couchsurfing, also love gay people (in A’dam are gentle, here a little bit extreme). Watched fascinating silent Japanese movie Naked Island… Kinoteka is special place.
There are always lot of nice stuff to do in Belgrade and great new people to meet.
I think that I am living a little bit in my head right now… I am not really participating. Pain is vivid. And memories. Feeling strange, like in a Doors’ song.
But… Mhmmm. Expecting a book. Soon, very very soon. Thinking about promotions in clubs…
Miss so much Amsterdam friends and building a path to see them again soon.
I am happy when Belgrade and Amsterdam are look alike. In A’dam on the street I got one “I love you” from the stranger and here “Svidjas mu se – he likes you” from construction worker;)
Weather is perfect and fulfilling, for cycling, for writing, for hanging out and having weird conversations.
I met some interesting people; among them one controversial Albanian guy from Prishtina and some gentle Germans. I was really happy meeting an Albanian, because that didn’t happen for a long long time. I think generally for the German guys that they are little bit reserved and shy. I consider it refreshing.  
When you live abroad (me not yet, but anyway), your own town looks different/better to you...


AMSTERDAM 4

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AMSTERDAM 4


18. August
With a friend saw a museum. Reykmuseum is good, after all; first time I wasn’t in artistic mood and all people on paintings seemed ugly to me. They are still ugly ;) but searching for attractive people is not a good way of watching Dutch art. There are so many details about essence of life in those pictures… Chilling out in a park, riding on a scooter, making dinner… Nice dayJ  
Next day afternoon with lovely gentle Danish girl. Eating local food and having conversation about emotions. That’s refreshing, instead of typical for here staying on a surface (in a good way and in a bad way).
Evening spent on platform next to the Eye, in Silent Cinema, with friend journalist.  This great artistic idea is part of the Grachtenfestival. Open air cinema (first ‘Emigrant’ with Chaplin, and next Gogol’s ‘Overcoat’) with live classical music (chamber orchestra), like in old silent movies. Chaplin was very funny and beautiful. Gogol’s story dark and intense. Orchestra – really great. View from that platform is one of the best, especially at night. Being in real Silent cinema in the middle of the modern city was cool experience. After finding my bike, somewhere in the middle of the path, with nice night chat about politics, we continued to Science Park.
Beautiful day – perfect for the beach. I am not really a beach person, but I think I will find something interesting to do.
Wow, what a dayJ Pure joy and relaxation on the North sea coast.
First, ride on a scooter through the nature under the shiny sun. Harlem is nice little place.
Then, the beach Bloomendale. Very crowdie place.  Lot of funny restaurants, in orange, pink and blue. Design is kitsch, like every beach coast design, but cheerful. Imitation of Far East buildings, with little towers, cupolas and palm treas. There are two discothèques, opened during the day and night. One is fancy and expensive, other is better for chilling out, with good energetic bend.
View is clear and purifying. No land on a horizon, just big and powerful North sea.
It’s interesting during the tide. Then there are like few layers of water and land. Like little sand islands.
Movie evening. Good one (strange, without lot of speech, with twisted Bible symbolic) E Popo. But, I fall a sleep before the end.
I had a dream about eating a big pizza.   

AMSTERDAM 3

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13. August
Even if you are feeling blue someday, streets of Amsterdam could bring back smile on your face. You see gay club called Church, or crazy dressed people, or fancy artistic toilet with handsome guy charging the tickets, or stranger tells you “I love you”…
Today I found out which kind of people here is good for me and which isn’t. Some people haven’t heard for Van Gogh, James Dean, Jim Morrison, they prefer super superficial chit-chat … But they have money to travel all around the world, to distant and exotic destinations and their English is better than mine…
I had strange night event with fire alarm. Without any reason, that monster was beeping at least 15 times from 4 till 8 am. In this empty building, nobody noticed anything. I felt as in Korean horror movie;)
Saw impressionists in Hermitage. If I ignore the fact that one grumpy guardian throw me out because of my rucksack, Monet was fabulous. Monet is always dreamy, fantastic, intoxicating… Sure, others are very attractive and tempting, too. Those impressionists really knew how to charm the audience (even unconsciously).
Resume of best museums: Van Gogh, Hermitage, Eye basement. Also, museum card is useful when you need a toilet;)
And, yeahJ I proposed to someone. He told me to write it down, so I am. It was funJ
Had a little picnic in Flevopark. Then we went to Budhuis, because it started to be chilly near the water. Budhuis is nice, cozy place, with blond, tall locals. (My area is not very touristic and that’s nice)  
Spend a day with a nice Peruvian girl. We visited some touristic stuff and then went in to a search for the perfect mushrooms. Eventually, we concluded that we are more weed-types.
Last night movie in Deslang “The swimmer”, psyho-triller  with Burt Lancaster. Amazing work! Very weird story about breaking the American dream. He looks good in swimming trunks, in his 50s. Yes, I had few flash-backs.  
I need to focus on writing project plan for my PHD topic. And to choose one, because I have 12 interesting topics. And my thoughts are wandering all over the town… I don’t really care right now about Problem of individual and national identity blah blah…. But…
Such a beautiful day in A’dam, and lot of fires and waters in my heart.  

AMSTERDAM 2

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4. August 2012.
So, let's see what we had till now. If I don’t write down soon, I’ll forget something.
Yesterday I was on Kwakoe festival, outside the Amsterdam center, near Arena (Ajax stadium). That is simple festival, different from numerous events in main part of Amsterdam. It’s Suriname’s ethnical event with Suriname’s food (roti, bara…), drinks, music and dance. We drank a national beer called ‘barbo’ (or something like that) and ate bara chicken. It’s very tasteful, but I have stomach problem now, as often since I am i A’dam.  
Most of the food here is delicious, but strong and spicy.
The first part of the day (4. August) I spend with bunch of couchsurfers on great place for watching the parade – bridge on the corner of Prinsengracht and Prinsenstraat (where is also great CS cafe Vergulde Gaper), one of my favorite spots.
Gay Pride was amazing! I had tears in my eyes for Turkish boat and 50+ boat and so many others… I was moved and wandering why simple joy and protest against discrimination is not possible where I live (lived?)
Dutch old guy next to me comforted me when it rained and saved my place when I had to go (beers, beers). I love the way Dutch people communicate! It’s enough that you just smile to someone, and you will get from him any story you want.
I left that great view (after lot of beautiful pictures) and left my CS friend, I hope she wasn't upset, to meet some other friends. And went with one great guy to Kwakoe.  

August 6, 2012
Little bit of blogging, in pause of learning omdat effect.
I forgot to add that I was traveling with public transportation twice without checking a ticket. My ambition is to become more cool and to do that more often;)
Went to home dinner with couchsurfers, Mexican food, I think tahitas.  I was depressed and silent. (Because... )
Today, Bible museum. Very interesting treatment of the subject. Sometimes it’s not important what is museum about, but if the concept of presentation is creative or not. (That’s the reason why my favorite Belgrade museum is Museum of applied arts)
Didn’t have luck with a bicycle yet L It seems that I will be walking this August in Amsterdam. But that’s OK, my arse will look better than ever.
Beginning of academic effort (I finally pressured myself to think and act in that direction instead of searching fun all around). And got a support on the beginning J
Yeah yeah yeah bought a bike bought a bike!
My arse is already fabulous J
I went by bike till Waterloplein and also back in the middle of the night J That’s cool way of transport, but it’s better not to be very stoned or drank; people here are used to it.
Saw Ana Frank’s house. Said place. I actually went because I teach about it in school. Huge huge line, but museum – really nothing special. No Ana’s personal objects, except the diary. But of course – that space is emitting special dark atmosphere and you can imagine how they felt being still and quiet during the whole day, because it was necessary that no one hears them.
Spend the evening in beautiful Deslang squat! That place has so good ambient and energy! 
I think that I have few light friends now – guy for watching movies, guy who knows good weed and who was very supportive when I was feeling bad, great guy for various events, charming journalist, I hope I’ll have time to get to know him better, some positive CS people… Besides that, here so many guys want to flirt with me, even if I wear no makeup and I am dressed as a cyclist with red rucksack on my back. I don’t know what’s the trick ;) But I guess, people here just flirt a lot.  
Before projection, man from squat (I guess maybe some alternative director) who is in charge for choosing movies, was criticizing the Eye. And I could agree with him in something. That supposed to be film museum, with artistic movies. And instead of that they are showing blockbusters and the only way of paying is with credit card. I think he would love our Kinoteka in Belgrade, so artistic and non fancy. All though, Eye building is impressive. Museum in a basement is powerful in a technical way and then you may watch old artistic movies, with your love, or with your ex love, or with CS friend. Fortunately, Amsterdam has squats.
On Dam, I saw interesting scene, so amsterdamish. In one part of the square there was group of protesters against the occupation of Tibet. They were sitting in a circle and singing meditative songs. But, it was difficult to hear them, because the other part of square was possessed by entertainers, not very interesting, with loud music. Public chose the other event, not paying attention on Tibet protesters. But, when entertainers finished their act, the crowd went to see what is going on at the other side, taking photos etc. Tourists ;) And that’s Amsterdam – everything happens at once and intensively…    

AMSTERDAM

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Earlier, in brief
Van Gogh museum – I like that kind of not so big museums that you may dedicate your thoughts to just one painter.
Foam – photography museum. Few contemporary exhibitions. Interesting.
One painful break up. Beautiful break up party (drinking likers and beers, eating row beef). Pain is still here.
Few interesting guys. One more than the others.
The feeling is great even if you just walk near the canals.
Drag Queen Olympics – totally visually interesting persons, very funny competition – in throwing bags, pulling the rope and running on high hills. Winner is gorgeous Windy.
Concerts in Bimhuis – place with the most beautiful view. Two jazz concerts – first Oldtimers or something, like a band of several generations from the same family;) Music with lot of improvising.
The other band, I can’t find the name now. Interesting combination of melodic jazz and world music.
Before that, we had a great dinner in little non touristic restaurant. Duck with smashed sweet potatoes – I have to prepare that sweet potatoes.
Food in supermarkets is also cool. You may find something really exotic or something very cheap. Famous trade mark Euroshoper – shampoo for 38 cents or big box of coffee for 70…
I was a hit on Olympics when I took Euroshoper beer from my purse. One gay guy was impressed, and when I told him that I am saving girl, he said: “I am saving girl, too.” ;)
I am trying to get a bike these days, but I won’t ride it on a rain, anyway.
I met some Serbian people, I would say that some of them (men) are little bit confused by nontraditional part of Dutch occasions (Red Light district and similar).
I am learning Dutch very successfully, I think. Michel-Thomas method is very intelligent and useful.
Left my CV in few coffee-shops, but I don’t believe that anything might be from that. This is a great city to be, but it’s important to have a job.
Have to concentrate on educational opportunities. I don’t want to sit in front of the internet (Amsterdam is outside;) but I will.
Spent one night in coffee-shop (after the break up party) – great stuff they have, I must say. And then riding through the night on the friend’s bicycle seat – fantastic view to the city.  
Day in Vondel park – it’s easy, you just lay on a sun with friends and do nothing and enjoy. Atmosphere is cheerful – people are having BBQ-s or parties, trying to collect inside them self as much sun as is possible…  Also had picnic in Oostepark.
Paradiso – nice night club in a church building. Serbian friend and I listened to few young artists concerts. Good various choice. I liked the most punk-rockabilly bend, with very sexy and stylish singer. Free entrance, not expensive beer.
Few good chats in my area – in Budhuis – pleasnt cafe on a corner.
Japanese movie in a squat Deslang. Movie tittle Tampopo. Theme: everything about the noodles;) Very joyful artpeace, perfect for the rain. After that, delicious noodles (for euro) with coconut milk and good company. Amsterdam’s squats are like treasure. Deslang – fantastic place.
Sorry for my English, today I am not feeling very energetic, so, I am lazy to repair what is written.
Kisses for my people in Belgrade and new people in Amsterdam.

MALO NA SRPSKOM

Prvih 7 dana
Malo proletanja kroz semafore na neodgovarajucem biciklu (previsok, tezak).
 Jednom na stiklama
uz 3-4 piva
pre i posle vecere (nazzivi socni komadi patke uz sladak krompir)
pre i posle dzez koncerta
(dva ustvari – prvi oldtajmeri koji deluju kao da su vise generacija iste porodice, simpaticni i skloni improvizovanju
drugi kvalitetan mozda previse melodican holandski dzez bend koji pravi dobar fjuzzn sa etiopljanskim saksofonistom)
plus 15 minuta fada neka cuvena Ana Mura u lepoj haljini
to kad se upadne u koncertnu  halu impresivnog Bihausa
a Bihaus da padnes na dupe voda oblaci visina pogled na sve strane.
Inace, sve ti je ovde komplikovano: u prevozu moras i check in i check out. Platis ekstra ako se zajebes. I couchsurferi nisu ono sto su bili u Beogradu – ovde su ti ko na spid dejtingu, pricas pet minuta s jednim i vec ide razmena. Ko da si time postigao neki razgovor. Ne treba da pricas da trazis posao, jer to nije kul, bolje ih lozi kako si pisac.
Nisam sigurna oko bacanja djubreta, reciklaze, ves masine. Imam samo jednog prijatelja .
Nemam para za Van Goga i Rembranta. Jedva i za prevoz. Moracu da se oslonim na svoje jake listove.
Policija me jednom zaustavila na pogresnoj stazi, meka i nezna neka policija.
Ponekad mi se cini da sam eksplodirala od ljubavi i ponekad verovatno i eksplodiram. Tako da to onda baci u senku druge stvari. To negde nije zdravo, ali to ti je ljubav prijatelju, ko te je slagao da to moze biti zdravo.
Vezbam samocu, vezbam borbu sa holandskim imigracionim pravilima, vezbam holandski, vezbam suzdrzavanje u ljubavi.
Dok sam setala sa Markom naleteli smo iz cista mira na tajlandski festival na pijaci, sa pikantnom hranom na stapicima i pikantnim devojcicama koje vrckaju po sceni. Ili su bile starije, to je kod Azijatkinja tesko odrediti (vitke, male, slatke). Osvezenje u odnosu na Beograd u kom se festival ne moze desiti tek tako i svaki se glasno najavljuje pa cak i onaj koji je koncentrisan oko riblje corbe. Ali, bas me briga za Beograd i za bilo sta u njemu. Zvuciim malo kiselo, zar ne? Pa dobro…
Ako je jedno pivo Bavaria 50 centi, onda znaci kupis dva, i osecas se dobro za evro. Navalite ljudi, najbolja ponuda, za jedan evro – jedan dobar osecaj.



MEIN BERLIN II

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4. dan:
Bila sam u Muzeju fotografije i u Muzeju Helmuta Njutna koji su u istoj zgradi. Specifican pristup temi. Bolji je muzej Helmuta Njutna, mada ja manje volim fotografije za koje se pozira. Ima puno odlicnih aktova. Kupila sam one knjizice sa fotkama koje kad listas dobijes film. Ne znam kako se to zove, verovatno se zove nekako. To mi je neko secanje iz detinjstva.
Rucala sam kineske prolecne rolnice sa slatko ljutim sosom. Kupila sam kisobran-Berlin; ionako sam htela da ga kupim, a i morala sam jer je padala kisa.
Kisa je padala citavog dana.
Ima ludih i pijanih na ulicama.
Kisa je pljustala citave veceri.
Nisam otisla da gledam fudbal s momcima; osusila sam starke fenom, citala pesme Milene Markovic, popila pivo i zaspala.

5. dan:
Bila sam u Erotskom muzeju. U prizemlju je veliki sex shop, a na spratu su orijentalni erotski printovi, rani japanski dildoi, penisi-flaute sa Anda...
Uvece sam upoznala drugog domacina, Andreasa, koji je isto zanimljiv lik kao prvi, na drugaciji nacin. Bili smo u savrsenoj knjizari. Pili smo pivo u nekom super kafeu u bioskopskom pasazu na Alexander platzu, i jos poneko usput, setajuci. U basti tog kafea nalazi se statua gvozdenog cudovista, koje nekad ima svoj "performans" - kolaci oci, svetluca i iznenadjuje publiku.
Ovo jeste sasvim nova vrsta putovanja. Potpuno drugacija. Svidja mi se. Cini mi se da ce mi couchsurfing preci u naviku.
Probala sam cuvenu kobasicu sa karijem. Jela su uglavnom svud dobra, jer je velika konkurencija.
Nimalo mi ne nedostaje srpski jezik, mogla bih da ga ne cujem jos duugo.
Smesno je sto sam ja ovde kao neka vrsta predstavnika u kulturnoj razmeni, pa izgovaram recenice poput "We Serbs kiss three times"... i slicno;)
Inace mi klima ne odgovara. Lice mi se crveni, smetaju mi klima uredjaji koji su svuda - u pozoristu, u metrou... I ledja me nesto bole, i tako, malo sam kilava. Ali - I don´t mind.

6. dan:
Bas sam se u Berlinu napunila umetnoscu. I needed that.
Bila sam na gostujucoj Dalijevoj izlozbi na Postdamer platzu. Folker kaze da nema potrebe da ide u drugi grad na koncerte i izlozbe, jer pre ili kasnije sve dodje u Berlin.
Neke stvari su mi standard - Manove knjige, Rundekovi koncerti, Dalijeve izlozbe. Uzivam svaki put. Pored litografija ima tu i privatnih fotografija, skulptura, kolaza... Odgledala sam i film "Andaluzijski pas".
Rucala sam vegetarijanske nudle. Shoping je neizbezan. Uzela sam sandale i ruz, a nisam mogla da ne svratim u HM. Tu sam kupila jednostavnu belu bluzicu sa v izrezom, kakvu vec neko vreme trazim.
Veceras izlazim sa Norbertom.

7. dan:
Sinoc smo bili u klubu Rosi. Genijalno izgleda klub, ostali smo do 5 ujutru. Tesko je opisati ambijent, jedan od berlinskih punk-rock enterijera. Jedna prostorija je grandz kuhinja sa serpama i visecim delom. Naucila sam da igram stoni fudbal;) zarazno je.
Isla sam danas u obilazak umetnickih grafita. Fenomenalno! Najbolja stvar! Vodic je bio neki lik koji izgleda kao u pauzi izmedju dva dzointa. Glavna tema bili su skvotovi - prazni prostori koje umetnici zauzmu za svoj rad (to uskoro nece vise biti moguce u Berlinu). Bili smo u najboljem skvotu (mom omiljenom mestu u Berlinu), zove se Kunsthalle Tacheles u Orienburgerstrase. U Berlinu ima mnogo grafita, ali samo neki umetnici uspeju da se izdvoje, na pr. XO koje radi grafite modela, ili Cutter koji oko radova koji mu se dopadaju nacrta crtice kao za isecanje, ili momak koji je stvorio lik Luci, ili drugi koji crta obesene macke... Na nekim mestima, deo zida je odvaljen; zato sto je tu bio grafit nekog lika koji je postao slavan, cini mi se Benxy, pa se ti delovi zida mogu skupo prodati na E-bayu.
Moja ledja su u losem stanju, pa moram da smanjujem hodanje.
Preselila sam se kod drugog domacina, on je skroz drugaciji tip. Nacitan, kontemplativan, radoznao, pun pitanja. Soba mu je pretrpana knjigama.
Bila sam na picu sa oba domacina ovde u Fridrihsajnu.

8. dan:
Sa propusnicom, otisla sam u Pergamon - arheoloski muzej bliskoistocne, anticke i islamske umetnosti. Citavi ogromni zidovi, reljefi, kapije, preneti su ovde i cine deo postavke. Kapija boginje Istar, rimska kapija iz Mileta, Babilonska ulica iz vladavine Nabukodonosora... Treba sacekati dug red i videti sve ovo.
Probala sam stuk, to je hrskavo slatko pecivo, sa vocem i orasima, vrlo ukusno.
Ponovo sam bila u Kunsthali, skroz je ludo mesto; zamisljam jednog svog bivseg tamo, bas bi se uklopio, sve umetnici, malo smrdi na alkohol, poneko pijan negde spava, golo fizicko postojanje, uz umetnicke ideje.
Citam "Piti kafu na nekom drugom mestu" od odlicne Zizi Peker.
Uoci 1. maja svasta se desava na ulicama Berlina, pa je tako vec usred dana ovaj kraj pun pijanih koloritnih pankera, koji sede na sred ulice ili vode ogromne pse. Ima i puno policajaca koji su vec blokirali neke ulice. Sutra traba da krenem ranije.
Sad smo bili na punk koncertu Andreas i ja, i jedan policajac me je pretresao, a drugi mi je dao plasticnu casu da prespem pivo, da ne bih staklenom flasom nekog gadjala :)))

MEIN BERLIN

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Link za fotke
Link for the pictures

Putovanje: gnjavaza, da ne kazem maltretiranje. Ako vam neko pokloni voznu kartu do Berlina (preko Budimpeste, Bratislave, Broclava, Praga i cega vec sve ne), zamenite je uz doplatu za avionsku kartu.
Pre nego sto se udje u Berlin, posle Drezdena (koji divno izgleda), prolazi se kroz bajkovit predeo oko reke Labe, ko da se krecete kroz knjigu brace Grim, sa svim tim kucicama posred sume.

1. dan:
Stan odlican, kraj Nojkeln sladak, domacin super. Ja neopustena u engleskom i uopste.
Uvece smo otisli na pravi pank koncert u pravom pank klubu "Clash". Cak su mi i pecat lupili na ruku, kao kad smo kao tinejdzeri isli u Rock in. Mesto izgleda autenticno, rupa sa visokim plafonom i kul predmetima po zidovima; neki puse iako je to zabranjeno u svakom zatvorenom prostoru. Ekipa je svih godista.
Prvi bend "Bastards on parade" ima stvarno kvalitetan pank zvuk. Izgledaju kao slatke kreature, narocito debeljuskasti lik sa cirokanom u skotskoj suknji koji svira gajde.
Drugi bend Disorders ima smesnog napaljenog pevaca, a pesme su im sve iste. Oni su predugo svirali.
Oba benda su ustvari iz Baskije, tako da je u publici bilo njihovih sunarodnika koji su povremeno pevali nacionalne pesme, mahali zastavom Baskije i podrzavali Etu. Startovala su me dva klinca Baskijca, pa sam im rekla da i ja podrzavam Etu (valjda je Eta!?);)
Posle toga je nastupio Lucha armada DJ tim, to je malcice meksa muzika, tad smo se svi jos vise razigrali.
Pili smo dosta piva, dobro je "Astra" (kosta 2 evra). Na kraju nismo nista platili, jer je moj domacin pravni zastupnik kluba i u njemu je svaki dan. Vratili smo se u 4.

2. dan:
Metro je skroz ok, logican i povezuje sve. Grad je neocekivano veliki, kao i zgrade u njemu. Ako pogresite smer u nekoj ulici, pa odete na njen kraj umesto na pocetak, napesacicete se dok ne nadjete sta ste hteli. Ja sam se malo gubila po Posdamer placu.
Cene pica, hrane, ulaznica, su potpuno normalne. Mnogo mi je finansijski opustenije nego u Svedskoj. Ima puno svakakvih restorana koji mame da se isprobaju, sto cu verovatno i uciniti.
Folker je probao cvarke koje sam mu donela i rekao "It's a very strong dish".
Bila sam prvo u Novom nacionalnom muzeju. Prostrana velika zgrada. Ok, but not impresive. Imaju Munka iz neke blaze faze, niz scena - "Frieze of life". Dopali su mi se mracni i uznemirujuci portreti od Oskara Kokoske i slika "Still life with ananas". Zanimljiv je period mracnog slikarstva German night, a otkrice su mi Grundigove slike, na primer "Grounded animals", a najbolje su mi dve slike Oto Dixa "Arhitecture" i "Departure of the ship".
Onda sam otisla u neku malu galeriju "Daimler Contemporary". E, to je vec ono sto sam ocekivala od Berlina. Odlicni primerci savremene umetnosti, nisu ni jednostavni ni nepristojni. "Your shaded space" je instalacija sa ogledalom i raznobojnim reflektorima koji cine mocan svetlosni utisak. "Posible future me" je savrsena (i uzasna) sklulptura Danijela Dzeksona: covek u prirodnoj velicini gura kolica puna besmislenih stvari; ima povez preko ociju, kapu da ga stiti od bolesti i raspada se; u kolicima je gramofon cija igla susti u prazno. Uznemirujuca vizura onoga sto covek postaje.
Rucala sam doner sa cili sosom i procitala Pavicevo "Drugo telo"; meni Pavic uvek prija.
Prilicno umorna (jedva sam se vukla), stigla sam u pozoriste "Schaubune at Lenninpatz" da gledam "Hamleta".
U medjuvremenu sam nasla jednostavan nacin da telefoniram i cula sam se sa mojima; to me je opustilo.
Mesto mi je bilo odlicno i usledio je pravi primer nemackog pozorista.
Samo da kazem da nije bilo engleskog subtitla iako je trebalo da bude, ne znam zasto. U nekim trenucima to mi jeste bilo malo smor, obzirom da je komad trajao tri sata. Ali, nisam nista propustila, prica se zna, i zahvaljujuci izuzetnoj glumi Larsa Eldingera, nisu mi promakle nijanse.
U prvom planu je Hamletov poremeceni odnos prema zenama posle Gertrudine preudaje. Novina je sto je lik Hamleta uradjen pomalo komicno. Jer realno, njegove dileme "Sein oder nein sein" (ili kako vec), jesu koliko tragicne, toliko i komicne; kao i covekova egzistencija.
Kad sam se u ponoc vratila u Nojkeln, nikog nije bilo na ulici, kao u Brace Jerkovic. (Inace, to je deo grada u kom ima Turaka, Srba, raznih Azijata... Ovi poslednji vole da se obracaju na ulici, a poneki cak i laju za vama;)).

3. dan:
Malo sam obisla crkve. Berliner dom je impresivna katedrala i treba da se poseti.
Nova sinagoga je bezveze, ali je Jevrejski muzej odlican. Multimedijalan je, zanimljivo projektivan, pruza mogucnosti interakcije, a pokriva celu jevrejsku istoriju. Volim te njihove predmete - menore, kapice, rukopise... Ostavlja utisak ta vecita izabranost za progon i patnistvo. U delu koji je posvecen vencanjima, cuje se odlicna svadbena muzika.
U setnji sam naisla na napusteni prostor koji su zaposeli alternativni umetnici sa svojim radovima. Ta vrsta slobode prostora karakteristicna je za Berlin (mozda ne jos dugo).
Opet su me ledja bolela od pesacenja. Htela sam da pisem blog u nekom net kafeu i tako sam usla u jedan u Nojkelnu. To je rupa u zadnjem delu prodavnice sa desetak kompjutera. Skuceno, mracno, svako te zakaci kad prodje. Azijati se deru, igraju igrice i piju. Naravno, nista od bloga, samo provera poste.
Vecerala sam falafel.
Uvece smo domacin i ja pili pivo, pa snaps (votka ili slicno) i caskali. Opustila sam se, stomak mi se vratio na mesto, everything is ok.

Svenska

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Svenska, dan 0, 1, 2, 3 i 4.
Dani 0. i 1.
Letovi su bili odlicni.
Prvi pogled na Stokholm iz vazduha je iznenadjujuc. Mnostvo zelenih ostrvaca cini fantasticni arhipelag.
Bila sam u Royal apartmants u okviru velikog kompleksa Royal palace. To su ogromne odaje svakakvih namena (za dorucak, za prijem, za popodne...), sa mnogo sljastecih ukrasnih detalja, po podu, po coskovima, na svakom slobodnom mestu. Pored nekih se mogu procitati komentari princa Gustava. On kaze da je na primer trpezarija sluzila za prijem gostiju. Dodje tako pedesetak gostiju na veceru, ali oni ne veceraju, vec posmatraju kraljevsku porodicu kako jede, i to se smatra velikom cascu:)) Ja volim te kraljevske perverzije, tako da cu jos neke posetiti.
Drzava brine o svim Svedima, ona im je druga (ili prva) porodica, a oni su nasmejani i opusteni. A sto ne bi bili, sad im je najlepse godisnje doba, a inace im sunce uopste nije naklonjeno.
Mnogo se loze na krunu, taj im je simbol prisutan i u crkvama.
Stokholmska katedrala je svetla i velika, ima dobre orgulje koje se mogu cuti i tokom obicnih dana.
To se sve nalazi na Gamla Stanu, jednom od gradskih ostrva. To je ujedno i najstariji deo Stokholma, tu je grad osnovan, a o tome svedoci bas svaka zgrada. Odlicno je mesto za setnju i dobro je to prvo posetiti kad se dodje u Stokholm.
Odatle sam produzila peske (posto pocinjem da kapiram razmere grada) do centra. Naravno, detaljno sam pretrazila tri HM-a, od kojih svaki ima po tri sprata. Zakljucila sam da je sve bar duplo skuplje nego u na primer pariskom HM-u, iako je svedska firma. (inace su cene katastrofa u odnosu na nase plate).
Gradski prevoz je dobar, bez guzve, cist, ali sam jos malo zbunjena, jer je sve vece nego sto sam ocekivala.


Dan 2.
Danas sam upoznala jednog svog fejsbuk prijatelja, s kojim mi je brzo, lepo i pametno prosao dan. Pili smo kafu na terasi Svedskog kulturnog centra, a to je kul i opusteno mesto sa odlicnim pogledom. Rucali smo u restoranu koji ima veliki izbor indijske, tajlandske, libanske, kineske i jos nekih raznih kuhinja. Saznala sam puno o aktuelnom zivotu Svedjana, i starosedelaca i novodoslih; o njihovoj tolerantnosti prema razlicitim zivotnim izborima - "sve je ok, i porodica, i singl, i gej, i orgije...".
Ovde su jos bele noci, a to znaci da malo padne sumrak, a nikad tamna noc, i taj sumrak traje kratko, recimo od 11 do 3. Zacudo, meni to uopste ne smeta da spavam, spavam puno, u intervalima, valjda se umorim. Vazduh je neverovatno svez i cist, to mi je jedan od najjacih utisaka. To nije slucajno, nego je rezultat toga sto se samo normalnim automobilima dozvoljava registracija, a ima dve trecine vode i suma, samo je jedna trecina grada urbana.
Bas bas zdravo. Doduse, ja sam ovde u vreme kad ima puno sunca, sto nije slucaj u ostatku godine. Pitam se kako se depresivni ljudi tada snalaze...


Dan 3.
Prvu polovinu dana sam nesto sredjivala, tek kasnije otisla u grad.
Kupovala sam u supermarketu bez kasirke, sam provlacis bar kodove robe i ubacujes novac u automat.
Uglavnom, dan bi bio nista narocito, da nije bilo nocne voznje motornim camcem po jezeru Melaren. Nisam se pokazala kao neki pecaros:), ali sam uzivala u nocnom vodenom Stokholmu.


Dan 4.
Moj domacin je super domacin. Vozili smo bajseve po sumi, a posle se kupali u jezeru Melaren. Sumske staze su fantasticne, pored vode, uopste je svedska priroda bas wooow. Jezerska voda je divna (to nije staticno jezero), prvo hladna a potom odlicna za kupanje, a sve vreme te okruzuju super vidici.
Ovaj dan je bio jednostavan, ali bas bas lep.
I da, uspela sam da malo padnem s bajsom u koprive:)))

Svenska, dani 5. i 6.
Dan 5.
Vasa je muzej-brod.
U 17. veku ovaj broj je potonuo nekoliko stotina metara posle porinuca i tad je pedesetak ljudi poginulo. Posle 330 godina stajanja na morskom dnu, preduzimljivi Svedi su ga izvadili i zahvaljujuci novim tehnologijama restauracije, pretvorili ga u muzej. Sve to deluje slatko i zanimljivo i covek se primi posle nekog vremena na razgledanje, i ako nije neki zaljubljenik u brodove. Oni su osvetlili svaki moguci aspekt Vase. Moze se videti kapetanova odaja, drustvena igra koju su igrali na brodu (lici na mice), nekoliko kostura udavljenih putnika, video prikaz rekonstrukcije izgleda putnika, nekoliko filmova o nauci tog vremena, razlozima Vasinog potonuca... Sve i svasta. Covek ne moze da se ne divi tolikom trudu:)
Danas nije vise vazna samo tema muzeja, vazna je i postavka (u tome je kod nas najbolji Muzej primenjene umetnosti), a ovi su stvarno majstori u masti, idejama, vestini, ulozenim parama i trudu.
Skansen je veliki muzej na otvorenom, a ujedno i zoo-vrt. To je smesteno na jednom brdu. Zoo-vrt je mali, vise za decu. Dobar je akvarijum, i lepo je sto neke zivotinje imaju veliki prostor, nalik prirodnom, na primer vukovi. Interesantniji je muzej na otvorenom. Tu su napravljeni tipovi svedskih kuca i zanatskih radnji, iz raznih vremena i sa raznih prostora, u prirodnoj velicini. Unutra su cesto glumci, odnosno demonstratori. Na primer u seoskoj pekari je zena koja citavog dana mesi i pece hleb, na stari nacin, u vajarskoj radionici i u staklari takodje su demonstatori koji stvarno vajaju i prave staklo kako se nekada radilo. Opet - retko vidjeni entuzijazam i trud u obradi teme:)
Danas sam pala na nos od pesacenja.
Posle svega zasluzujem jedno niskoalkoholno pivo (i neku ribu cudnog ukusa).


Dan 6.
Dok putujem Comuter railom do centra, svidja mi se naselje Karlberg. Tu su boje zgrada bas lepo uklopljene, kao i drugde, uostalom. Nema tu nekih drececih rezeda, dzangare i slicnih, nego su sve zemljane i pastelne boje.
Naravno, sve funkcionise (u stanu, saobracaju, prodavnicama...). Sve je, kako mi to kazemo "reseno".
Predmeti su prilagodjeni razlicitim ljudskim potrebama. O manjinama se vodi racuna.

Danasnji dan sam odvojila za Moderna museet. To je stvarno najbolji muzej savremene umetnosti koji sam videla. Dela Dalija, Pikasa, Vorhola, Braka, Grisa, Kandinskog, Kokoske, Munka... u stalnoj postavci, plus dve interesantne privremene.
Stalna kolekcija nije prevelika (na jednom je spratu), ali je zato napravljen fantastican izbor.
Meni se naravno dopala (kao fanu) Dalijeva Enigma Viljema Tela.
U Munkovom senzibilitetu se negde bas pronalazim.
Dorotea Tening je sjajna narocito Insomnias.
U hodniku su tapete sa zutim kravama na roze podlozi koje je dizajnirao Vorhol.
Skulpture meni nepoznatih savremenih imena su fenomenalne; ja sam od najnovije umetnosti i inace sklonija skulpturama i instalacijama.
Da, tu sam odgledala i kratki film Frica Langa Metropolis.
...

Sad je pola 11 i u toku je zalazak sunca koji je do jaja i dugo traje.
Noci vise nisu bele, ali su kratke.
Danas je bio malo manje topao dan, cak na kraju sa nekom mini kisom. Iako bez sunca i sa malo vetra, bilo je prijatno setati pored brodova. Volim vetar.

Svenska, dani 7. i 8.
Dan 7.

Lose sam spavala (bolje sam spavala dok su bile bele noci i dok se nisam aklimatizovala) i nesto sam uvrnuto sanjala. Mislim da su mi neke stvari nejasne na javi, pa pokusavam da ih razresim u snu.
Onda mi se pokvario fotoaparat (bez njega ko da sam gola), pa nisam mogla da vozim bajs, jer sediste nije bilo spusteno. I tako sve sa nekim glupostima je poceo dan.
Ali je onda pocelo opustanje. Prosetala sam se sumom, a posle s nekim drustvom bila na plazi. Moj drug je pravio svoj specijalitet - pasulj, i odlicno se pokazao. Veci deo dana smo blejali na gajbi kod jednog zanimljivog Svedjanina i pili pivo sa normalnim procentom alkohola. Bilo je tu jos nekih likova.
Sa Svedjanima je vrlo lako komunicirati. Svi znaju normalan engleski i ljubazni su i vole da pricaju sa strancima.
Uvece sam docitala najnoviju zbirku prica Vase Pavkovica. Tuzne su price, ali na neki dosadan nacin. Vasa se s godinama smorio.


Dan 8.

Sada dok pisem sedim na jednoj klupi pored vode, a iz obliznjeg parka sa gradske bine cuje se rok koncert.
Danas mi je nedostajao fotoaparat i zato sam odlozila neke aktivnosti.
Htela sam u Nacionalni muzej, ali sam se nesto zanela po radnjama i otisla pred zatvaranje, tako da nista. Nastavila sam da tumaranm po radnjama i nije mi uopste bilo dosadno (iako ja uopste nisam tip za soping). Radnje su im velike, mirisljave, bez guzve, sa dobrom muzikom i sa lepim stvarima koje je gotivno da razgledas i kad neces da kupujes. Ionako mi ne pada na pamet da kupujem po ovim cenama. Doduse, uzela sam neke sitnice i majicu "absolut svensk".
Ovde ljudi nisu optereceni fizickim izgledom (ko u Srbiji), izgledaju kako izgledaju, ne trude se previse oko svog tela. To kazem u pozitivnom kontekstu. Inace, kod njih je sve uredno i pravilno i korektno i kako treba i... Naravno, covek iz Srbije bi bio glup kad im ne bi malo zavideo. Ali, cini mi se da kod njih postoji neki otpor prema svem tom redu (covek je cudno celjade, covek je covek, svud isti). To se najvise vidi kod tinejdzera koji puse ulicom i ponasaju se i oblace ko buntovnici bez razloga:)
Dobro, moja zapazanja su samo povrsinska, isuvise kratko sam ovde. Ali, dosta toga upijes kad putujes solo.
Idem u stan da vidim jel ima neka zanimljiva akcija za veceras.

Svenska, dani 9. i 10.

Sedim na plazi u Kalhelu, iznad mene nisko lete galebovi, a okolo prolaze neke patke. Oko pola 7 je. Ovde na plazi moze da se bude verovatno do 10. Obicna plaza u predgradju, ali dobar je osecaj, zbog izgleda sume i vode, zbog mirisa i vazduha koji je prociscen vetrom koji stalno duva. Vec sam rekla da volim vetar. I stalno sam na suncu, ne ulazim u hlad.
Juce sam otisla u Nacionalni muzej i ok je, mada nista spektakularno, u rangu je naseg Narodnog muzeja. Na jednom spratu je svedski dizajn (ima dobrog dizajna, oni su prakticni i vesti u primenjenim umetnostima); na drugom spratu su slike i skulpture. Svidele su mi se neke skulpture koje predstavljaju neke ostre karaktere. A od slika je spektakularan Rembrant, ciji se mogu videti skoro svi najbolji portreti. Privremena izlozba je posvecena kraljevskoj porodici i to je malo smesno (meni je sve to smesno u vezi plemstva).
Onda sam isla na boatseeing, tura "Under the bridges of Stokholm". Igor je rekao da to vredi iz turisticke ponude i bio je u pravu, kao i za druge stvari. Uz audioguide prodje se pored svih kvartova Stokholma i saznaju se zanimljive stvari - o vladavini Vikinga, o cistim vodama Stokholma (bilo gde moze da se pliva i peca), o 15 mostova, o Nobelu (koji je eksperimentisao u procesu pronalazenja dinamita, pa mu je u jednoj eksploziji i brat poginuo)... Pored starih zgrada koje vec znam s kopna, lepe su nove savremene zgrade za stanovanje, koje su (nanizane u citavim kvartovima) pravljene tik pored vode, zbog sto ekskluzivnijeg pogleda.
A onda sam otisla u System bolaget da kupim pljosku. Tako se zovu specijalne prodavnice u kojima se prodaju smo alkoholna pica, jer ih u normalnoj prodaji nema (sem vrlo slabog piva). Ljudi koji tu kupuju deluju malo nervozno i uzurbano, kao da rade nesto zabranjeno:), a taj osecaj im je drzava nametnula (Svedska je kao mama koja previse brine o svom detetu, pa ga time malo zezne). Kupila sam pljosku viskija.
Uvece smo izasli u grad. U Sodermalm, deo grada poznat po opustenim klubovima. Prvo smo bili u parku. Prostre se carsav na travu i iznese pice i tu svi posedaju kao na pikniku. Bila su tu razna pica, izmedju ostalog i pivo od zove. To je obicaj i u drugim evropskim gradovima, u Srbiji nije (bar ne u formi izlaska), a bilo bi lepo. Tu je bio jedan momak iz Beograda, devojka iz Zagreba i 4 Svedjanke. Svi su slatki i nije tesko medju njih se uklopiti. Otisli smo do nekog kluba, De Baser ili tako nesto. Ne moze se suditi po jednoj veceri, ali mislim da je nas nocni zivot bolji. Ovde normalni klubovi rade uglavnom do 1, samo neki pozerski i preskupi do 5. I u ovim normalnim pice je skupo (mi se cudimo sto Svedjani placaju svako svoje pice, ali recimo to sto smo mi pili u parku, u klubu bi nas kostalo oko 200-300 evra). Atmosfera u De Baseru nije bila bas luda, vec vise suzdrzana. S druge strane, ljudi s kojima smo bili, bili su mi vrlo zanimljivi i zabavni, pa smo nastavili vece u stanu jedne od njih.
Ups, zamalo da me zgazi patka.
Preostalo vreme cu provesti na jezeru i u sumi, pa necu vise pisati. Osim ako se ne setim nesto zanimljivo da dodam.
Uskoro cu biti u Bg, nervirati se nekoliko dana zbog nereda i vazduh ce mi lose mirisati. Ali onda cu se navici. I to je to.

Mali appendix:
O Kalhelu - to je predgradje Stokholma, 20 minuta od centra Comuter railom, koji spada u gradski prevoz. Ima stambene blokove, mali soping centar, plaze, i mnogo mnogo sume i vode. Skroz prijatno mesto za zivot, narocito za porodice s decom.
O jezeru Melaren - to je ogromno jezero, koje se proteze kroz celu Svedsku. Ali zimi ono potpuno drugacije izgleda nego sada. Celo se zaledi, a taj led je debeo i siguran. Po njemu moze da se vozi bicikl ili cak automobil. Tako da se s jedne obale na drugu predje na primer leti camcem a zimi biciklom.