Capital, Casual Day, City, Europe, Everyday, Germany, Personal

From the noise at Otto-Braun-Strasse, to the solitude.

A room to myself for four nights, it was quite the difference from the shared experience at Otto-Braun-Strasse, Berlin. A street covered in traffic, which made it hard to sleep in the morning, to the solitude at the hostel Haraldsheim in Oslo. Slumbered in my red “pajamas” while waking up early for breakfast, only to get back to bed afterwards without a single soul in the room. Like a night and day, really.

Once you´ve experienced the noise from Otto-Braun-Strasse, this felt like a retreat of a more quiet kind. Even a late-sleeper like myself, setting the alarm to wake up earlier to enjoy the complimentary breakfast, a highlight. Quite the difference from the mega dorm in Berlin, where I got a runny nose and started coughing.

Once you get some time and space, you get a gap to reflect on issues, hardly time strolling a suitcase all over Berlin. My resume is far from perfect, it is what is, it´s who I am, I don´t have an impressive LinkedIn profile, but I have traveled to both Egypt and Azerbaijan on my own, even to Russia partially alone, I would probably be more comfortable in a job a little outside the box, not given up on Berlin and finding work. For instance, helping in deporting fake refugees is something I would like to do, the refugee crisis is a myth, it´s artificially created by Angela Merkel, the EU and the UN. Unfortunately, the job of dismantling the reception centers it´s a hard one. There was one incident with a family and railway tracks in Hungary, it was staged and comparable to the concept “Pallywood.”

I came to Berlin from Athens literally with nothing, I slept outside on the floor of police station at Schönefeld airport, all I have is myself but I know the refugee issue well enough. In Athens I slept at the airport, all I could afford, it made me tougher. Perhaps on such a hard task, some real life experience is not as bad rather than having a flawless resume. In Hurghada I was dragged on the side of the bus taking us the hotel by the driver, in Athens I ran after male robbers who took my backpack and in Baku I walked alone at night.

First and foremost, I have experience in answering political questions on Twitter and other social media, I can deal with various political topics including Islam. I spend much time reading about each topic, to know better how to respond. Twitter is a great tool to interact. Anything from Ukraine, Azerbaijan to Israel, for instance Vladimir Putin uses Kremlin trolls to spread misinformation on social media about Ukraine. I have tweeted  Vladimir Putin, Recep Tayyip Erdogan and the Syrian Presidency to mention some. Twitter is as mentioned a great tool. I might not have this on paper, but I have learned alot still. Yes, I get the odd image of a severed head, but it´s not an issue, having seen numerous uncensored ISIL execution videos to be more prepared.

Having been a little over a month in Berlin recently, been confronted with a chador-ish outfit at the Mall of Berlin McDonald´s, but also an Islamic prayer at one Kamps Backstube, think it´s safe to say Germany got some issues to work with. img_5305
Image by: Kajsa J. Andersen

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Berlin, Casual Day, Everyday, Germany, History, Personal, Photography, USA, Winter

Between a bloody duvet and mega dorm, looking towards Friedrichstrasse

Nowadays the road to my dreams seems long, like the dreams of the people who lived in “Ørkenen Sur,” where everyday life is of little glamour and its all about making it to the next one. Several Norwegians ended up in “Ørkenen Sur” around the time of the Great Depression, making homes on a landfill site in Brooklyn.

For some the hopes of wealth and prosperity instead ended up being quite reversed, and going back to Norway could have been a defeat and instead chose to stay. Between a bloody duvet and a mega dorm in Berlin, the return to Oslo it hasn´t exactly been the cure, perhaps though the ever-changing days in Berlin made me more prepared to meet more.

While I was sitting inside the Starbucks by the subway station Friedrichstrasse, I was very much reminded of dreams I´ve tried to bury both a little out of fright and also if I deserved it. Nonetheless, having dreams and pursuing them two different stories. east-river-below-brooklyn-bridge-1941





Images via, Photo: Courtesy of Charles W. Cushman Photograph Collection / Indiana University Archives

Documentary “Ørkenen Sur” NRK click here

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Abroad, Berlin, Casual Day, Europe, Everyday, Favorite Places, German, Germany, Norway, Oslo, Personal, Stroll, Walking

Reminiscing in maps and coffee shops

When you suffer from Berlin withdrawals, was most likely not “chance” leading me to the coffee shop Hendrix Ibsen with a coffee shop in Berlin, Oslo kaffebar, around Nordbahnhof. One month in the big city, ironically, got to this first arriving in Oslo. Developed a habit of diving comfortably in a chair at Dussmann das KulturKaufhaus to open a book or letting the mind wander by the Vertikaler Garten. The latter, a vertical garden containing numerous plants, on cold December days provided a pleasant escape.

Thinking back on my new favorite things, first Treptower Park with the exciting abandoned Spreepark and Sowjetische Ehrenmal nearby. Imagining how it must be during summer, with a cold beverage or just strolling around. Another newcomer, Flakturm Humboldthain in Volkspark Humboldthain. Saw it in the BTNG music video “Gewachsen auf Beton” and something I just had to see. Traveled on a very tight budget, but this was part of the park Sunday I had.img_5210


img_5216Images by: Kajsa J. Andersen

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Berlin, Capital, City, Germany, Personal, Photography, Stroll, Travel, Walking

From one morning waking up in the East

The wall nowadays only scattered in pieces around the city, still there is that East flair here and there. In the evening yesterday I took a brief halt outside the DDR museum on some bench structure, the majestic Berliner Dom and the River Spree were a haunting sight. Were I sat, it was pretty cold too, the Berliner Dom looked even bigger. It´s one of those buildings you can just look at, and never get tired of.

Berlin is a city with their layered history intact to see, a little old, a little Soviet and a little new. I often ponder on the thought what might have been if World War Two had not taken place, from the images seen perhaps it was a little more Paris, who knows? img_4923
Image by: Kajsa J. Andersen

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The sunny side of Oranienburger Strasse

Three nights in a row woken up at Oranienburger Strasse, staying at the lovely Generator Berlin Mitte. Years ago, I used to stay more around U Wittenbergplatz, making it Ku´damm a more natural place of strolling. This time around, I´ve come to find other places of awaken interest. Oranienburger Strasse is also very personal in a sense, me since the age of 13-14 having had an eye for the Jewish cause. The street used to have a more lively Jewish presence before World War Two, it currently is the home of the Neue Synagoge, a marvelous sight.

Far from every Jew is perfect nor an angel, but it´s been an interest for ages. It´s been a wonderful treat strolling from it down to Alexanderplatz or the Museumsinsel in the “morning” (got my own interpretation of what´s morning you could say, I love sleeping in if I can), a few raindrops and just take in the crisp December air. With or without my Jewish interest, this street has become another Berlin favorite. You definitely don´t need that interest to like it. Far from it. img_4872Image by: Kajsa J. Andersen (not a sponsored post)

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Everyday, Illustrations, Music, Personal, Russia

Romantik From An Old Tape Recorder

It was through pop music I was drawn into the Russian sphere, one song lead to another and now it´s such a natural aspect of everyday life. Of course the occasional fall out, thinking it was just a phase to enter a new one. But over and over again the sound of familiar tunes bring back the musical glow. I don´t know what it is, it´s just a nice feeling.

Unplanned, it´s great though to have found, but also to have had those moments of is this what I really like or is this just a phase? One thing I have figured out, sometimes the things I end up liking the most are a little outside the box.


Illustrations by: Sergey Osokin

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