An empty dance floor (at Lux Frágil)

It has been six months since the last time a crowd of feet stepped on that dance floor until the last beat of some avant-garde tune echoed in a long night turning into early morning. Six long, silent, voided months since the last sunrise has been seen from the balcony on the first floor, less … Continue reading An empty dance floor (at Lux Frágil)

Techno, Drugs, Drags, Churches, Monuments and Street art – a Berliner Medley

My bookshelf is overpacked. Every new book I buy represents the challenge of making it fit among the others, a nearly impossible mission. And here I am, wishing I had played more Tetris when I was younger, trying to squeeze in another book on the shelf. This shelf is very special to me, as it … Continue reading Techno, Drugs, Drags, Churches, Monuments and Street art – a Berliner Medley