Rock'n'Roll is not dead. I saw him riding one roasted cruiser with the horns of Deer as a handlebar, cowboy cheap boots, Lampard leggings, and psychedelic sideburns.l I was Tempelhof Field, the greatest ever social spot.
I said to my girlfriend "it could happen only here" and I meant that only in this city, remodeled from the beginning of twentieth century to become the most modern town in the world. Total social, where Rock'n'Roll is only one of the accents of the expressions. The gold of romantics, are the words.
Berlin is an excellent town to ride bicycles. It is one banal affirmation, which is a header of every article reporting biking conditions of this capital. It is green, large, flat and located between a few big lakes. So, to move anywhere here you jump on your bike and while riding cool paths, you smoke the joints, you talk with the people from all over the world, drink one beer, listen to the loud music and get some physical pleasures in the tall grass. This city is really modern. After what happened here over eighty years ago, Freedom has become a sentence for life to everyone who decided to establish in this Town.

Berliners are formatted from their first instants of existence to cherish freedom over all. I have observed this characteristic as common to many Germans I have met.The Berliners are the people who are celebrating freedom in everything they do. When I share with them my observations, they deny, the same way as the Frenchies deny, when I find them ultra democrats, and as the Italians deny, when it comes to their smoothest sense of design. People are strange, when you're a stranger. I decided to keep my foreigner, stranger aptitude forever. It allows me to keep my distance with any social corpses, to observe them and to enjoy what I do. So...after a few years of living here, the observations are enough to write what I think and feel concerning this place and the people who are doing this place, because every city is made by the people…I really like Berlin. It is the only spot on my map of travelers, where is written with the rainbow colors over the capital red point : PEACE, LOVE, RECOVERY. I have been coming back here constantly for over thirty years now. And I feel like coming back home...? Me?! An eternal trump? A rolling stone? Le clochard Celeste? The gypsy? So many times I came here completely broken, with the holes in the shoes, in my heart, and the winds were whistling in my pockets.

Berlin hospitality was always the best medicine to my existential troubles. I have always found the friends here, the punks who don't leave anyone laying on the Pogo dance floor.The ravers bouncing around like the kids unable to aggression, the bicycles mechanics peaceful, convinced and patient as hell! It's really crazy, but I write the facts concerning my own life and the tears of joy are leaking from all my heart. But! Berlin, it's also a massive urban jungle, where the law of the strongest is one of the natural selection arguments. The clans, the mafias, the gangs, the African dealers, the bicycles thieves, the neo-Nazis...dark side of the matter, unavoidable, natural to all kinds of societies. And of course the police and the politicians. Berliner Police changed a lot, which is quite sad. Berlin changed a lot...it was such a cool, definitely alternative place to be. And despite a specific cultural development, this past Nazi, past communist, once occupied by a craziness, nextly destroyed and divided what have left with a huge Stalinist Wall, one of the European capitals, has become after over twenty years of developers liberal speculation a town similar to every bigger town. Just a big city labyrinth where the rat race has become a worldwide standard.

Whatever, it's no matter. Life goes on and nobody is perfect. I remember the times when I was coming to Berlin to have some wild party...to explore some new psychedelic substances and finally to find myself on board of one traveler's truck running in the direction of the Spanish beaches. It was so easy. But it was one episode in our history, when we believed strongly in a possible better world. Unfortunately, the better world showed itself as it always was,one huge manipulation of the masses to make a few guys richer than they were. Nothing else. In such a reality, I am happy to possess only what I need, and to be able to go wherever I want. But today I am so glad to sit on the piece of ground, under one huge tree, Spree is clapping with its waves, a bicycle on my side, and the people chilling and doing their stuff around. No revolutions, no troubles, every little thing is going to be alright. My truck is old, but emblematic and ready to go, my bicycles are made out of recycled trash found in the streets. This town offered me one life opportunity, so I took it, and I followed my road. The bicycles! Because of the urban nature of this agglomeration here, as I wrote before, to ride a bike is incomparable to other cities' pleasure.

It's just mostly flat, and the bicycle paths are very often so large that many streets are considered as common ways for pedaling people. To build one bicycle is not a problem, the parts are laying everywhere, or rather they are hanging on the chains locked with the lost keys. It's enough to check the tutorials, of which the amount on the web is clearly giant, or to connect with the guys who are screwing the Frankensteins in the little workshops hidden between the hangars of industrial zones, and bam! You have your smooth machine to ride around. It's massive! When the sun pops up, and hits for a few days, the roads to the beaches on the lakes are gorgeously meandering through the parks. In general, Berlin is one huge park. One of the aspects of modernity of this town lies in the intelligent management of the districts, from which many parts are separated with micro or macro green zones. The impression of living in the forest is very close. The city is incredibly social not only because of its past communism experience, but specifically because of communities' coexistence infrastructures design. The sidewalks are large and protected by a giant amount of trees. The communal transport works perfectly, and is very well-developed.

The squares are very many, and hidden like the oasis between the blocks of houses. It's possible to pee almost everywhere, because there are so many bushes. And one of the most amazing urban facilities of Berlin are the gardens. It is possible to share one communal garden in many quarters.And I suppose that exactly these garden installations made the social coexistence of Berliners so fancy. It means that after their job, the Berliners are very often riding their bikes to the gardens, where they take off the clothes, and quite often completely naked they take care of the tomatoes grown on the huge European capital soil. The barbecue culture is a kind of hedonistic religion. The FKK comes naturally with. FKK means Freikörperkultur. Translated to English it makes a revolution. Free Body Culture. It is a trend introduced by Germans over a hundred years ago, and it teaches a lot about their approach to freedom, tolerance and coexistence. It is one mix between gymnastics, nudity, and respect for sexual freedom. I am persuaded that this movement had contributed very strongly to the actual shape of the Berliner way of being. Unfortunately, for a few minorities FKK represents a moral disorder and provocation, but for a big luck these minorities are located in this really

modern town, where tolerance and inviolable freedom are the fundamental laws. And which other City had opened one airport to the social-public utilities? Only in Berlin did it happen. Tempelhof Feld is one Airport situated near the center of agglomeration. This airport was vital and highly strategic in the period of Cold War, when Berlin West was controlled by Western civilization, and Berlin East was separated with a criminal Stalinist wall from any occidental influence. Many people died under this wall, many people who were seeking freedom. I am persuaded also that these martyrs have contributed to the development of radical concern for freedom. In general, I have found in living with Germans side by side, how it is possible to create an anti-war vaccine. Berliners managed this enterprise during a few generations. They managed to remodel social psychology in such a way, that indoctrination Nazi had become something really basically ridiculous. As a fascist or post Nazi, you will not grow here. And actually where could you grow? So... to meet one ultra punk celebrating all passions, peeing in the bushes, studying university and selling the beers in one left wing bar, or in one deep nightclub is quite common.

Even though I have experienced the total anarchy of Berlin, despite the global changes, I must admit that I feel at home here as a gypsy one.
In Berlin, we fuck, we make love...we fuck. In small apartment of my girlfriend the windows are always opened in the night...and we are both so amazed to listen to the orgasms blowing through the opened windows of the other flats. It is so beautifully frequent. Better you would do porno than war.
It is Queers, Transsexuals, Gays, Lesbians, Sex addicted, green island surrounded by the world in panic. We love who we need to love, and we let the haters express themselves, because tolerance is a capital rule. Ultra hard dicks are making the giant pussies squirting into the sky, the submissives are licking the toes of Sugar Daddy, the anti genders have a huge fun on one international bed installed in one sweet room rented for 500 euros minimum per month, and the politics are going crazy!
Flying Circus is not enough to describe the situation. Politics are everywhere, in almost every conversation, taking over any meeting, pulling the minds in every direction, creating one incredibly dense confusion and atmosphere of high voltage conspiracy.

I am anarchist, I don't pay a shit concerning the politics, what isolates me from so many people running for this dope. But they are there, hysterical, using an incredible amount of words, manipulating, resisting, fighting, allowing, defending, swearing, lying, opposing... It's a lot of noise, not worth an ounce of my attention.We live here in one ultra cosmopolitan melting pot, the ambience of one giant kindergarten makes us enjoy all kinds of games, we smoke the joints, we party, we run the businesses and we waste the money. We dance any danceable rhythm, we squat the bushes to bounce on underground techno vibes, we wait along the days to enter to the temple of clubs, we write something to hang it on the social wall, we jump on the bikes to ride to the lakes, we party again, we love everyone, we have sex, we fall in love, we sleep, we wake up, and we repeat all the same, again, and again...and again. Berlin and its TV-disco ball hanging over millions of heads... It's so funny. We are just happy to be alive.