No bells on sunday

It’s sunday. And I’m listening to a playlist full of Mark Lanegan music, and that’s why I used this title.

I’m seated in Friedrichshain, Berlin, and this is the first post of the year 2015 and the first post I’m writing from Berlin.

2 weeks I left Italy for Germany, and so much happened: Giulia and I found a nice place where to live, I started a new adventure at Helpling , we rediscovered Berlin once again, and boy.. I didn’t even realize how much we missed it.

Friedrichshain was the first Berlin neighborhood where we lived in 2011; we loved this part of Berlin and it’s a good feeling to be back, long walks in places we know already, where so much changed, where so much stayed the same.

We feel alive. We feel the cold sun giving you a special energy. We feel that we made the right decision. Right decision does not mean definitive decision, but it means a decision where we feel better than the situation before. And we always aim to be better.

And music. There is so much music around here. For now, we have tickets for Kiss in June, Steven Wilson in April and Mudhoney in May. And when there is music, I don’t need much else.

And to keep in the tradition (tradition that can be broken at any time – I’d love for traditions to be broken at any time, because 87% of traditions are the ones that make the world a shitty place), here is some music I listened to:

 

battiatoallmanbertoli bruce candlemass creedence death degregori fleetwood geddy grateful hawkwind iron jerry jesus judas junior killer littlerichards magnum mayall megadeth metallica motley motor motorhead presley reznor richard outofourheadrolling saxon simon stones system theavalanches them zeppelin zeppelin2 alice anthraxaerosmith