Bergen II

Yesss. I made it to beautiful Bergen. grace to my host who played fleet foxes when we were having tea in the kitchen I'll associate Bergen with white winter hymnal from now on. the song expresses what the city of bergen seems to me. snow as far as my eyes reach, cold, like really really cold, amazing blue-skies - that's how winter should be from november to february on!

everything I'm interested in is in walking distance here. art museum. cafes. well, haha, that's pretty much what makes me happy. and a very well-run record store. only thing that I'm missing is something to have a beer at night - and good music. something cozy. something like cafe europa or elektro goenner in vienna. where do the bergen-based norwegians go at night? those travel guide recommendations don't seem very attractive to me.

recognized anyway that winter is special here in many ways. lots of stores don't open before noon and close around 4 in the afternoon. when I leave the house at half past 9 it looks like 7 in the morning in austria. and at 5 o'clock I feel like I'm taking a walk in the middle of the night. kind of depressing to me.

Bergen I

I'm gonna fly to bergen in beautiful norway tomorrow. now I cross my fingers that lufthansa won't cancel my flight cos I need to change in frankfurt. please please please let me go to bergen...

playing in cages

the youth started to change...

I can't explain to myself why music has those strong emotinoal effects on me. I enjoy those moments when music totally gets me. when there is nothing around I think of, when music surrounds me, hugs me and doesn't want to let me go. no thoughts drifting away, fullest concentration to the sound that fills the atmosphere. diving into it, drowning in a sea filled with sound. I tend to get slightely pathetic concerning this issue, I know... but there is nothing, nothing ever that makes me so happy and makes me feel so content with everything than music.
yesterday, the first time ever MGMT in vienna. you can complain about the venue (gasometer, eherm..) as much as you want but this concert was simply amazing! that was like surfing with mgmt on a wave into the undiscovered spheres of the universe. that was absolutely great. I stood there and listened andrew van wyngardens lyrics. I stood there and smiled non-stop. I stood there and danced and felt free and felt good and young and as if nothing ever in life would be able to stop me! that was a feeling of living forever and a feeling of having the whole world spread right in front of my feet. the set was super arranged. the voices of andrew and ben sounded so unique and strange though totally familiar. the crowd was excited. I was surrounded by amazment and happiness. and in the middle of all these people having a good time was I, feeling so astonished about how highly my expectations were exceeded.

I...

...step out of the house, look up into the grey sky. a smile. I inhale the cold air. breathe out. see my own breath in front of me. repeat this process. snow in the air, snow on my face, snow on the ground. it's cold but not in my warm shoes and not under my warm gloves. step by step do I walk - or rather slide - on the pedestrian walk. on a wet and slobbery ground towards an even wetter and more slobbery zebracrossing. snow on my furry bonnet, snow on my coat. a wandering snowman. another smile. I grab into my as-well-snowy bag, take out my camera and shoot. again do I smile because nothing makes me happier than the beginning of winter.