Sometimes I have to stop when I go with the bike at full speed, crossing the bike path and the streets as if he had a lifetime doing it, and the mental leap to realize that no, that s & # 243; it took 3 weeks living in Berlin, and already seems to feel as if it had always been here. I move fast and I do not stop to breathe the immense space of the streets, the quiet little torn by a few cars, the jangling sounds of bicycle chains sprockets scratching.
just that.
love to live in a city where I am the rare snuff smoking-rolling, only one of many.
I made my first friend in Berlin: an average photographer Ecuatorian
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