There is light here and there.

Darkness there and here.

Whatever is here, the sun is shining there.

love creates impasse.
short sentences,
only words,
nothing.

Sometimes there is nothing to talk about.

sun is shining, music playing. people in a hurry or chilling like they've got no worry. kreuzberg is such a damn good place to be. there's just one thing missing.

jewish convert.

it's 10.25 pm. im sitting in the livingroom, with my pc on my lap. my parents just had a squabble. my mother is upstairs and my father is doing the dishes. my sister is at her house, the other is in istanbul and another in jordan. my brother is at work, the other is at the football training and another is sleeping upstairs. my grandmother is in her own room, probably worshipping to god and wishing all the best for herself and her loved ones. first love yourself and then comes the rest, seriously, i guess.

im working 8 to 4, and when im home i feel useless. i like buying clothes on sale, because i calculate the profit i make by spending the money that way. im a victim of kapitalism, i hate this fuckn swhole. in the end there's no disease that has no cure.

tomorrow i'll wake up at 05.30,worship, sleep for half an hour longer and at 06.57am ill take the train and go to my job. ill arrive at my job approximately at 08.08am. its a two week fulltime job and i get 9.05 for an hour. so i can buy more clothes on sale and feel good.

i wonder what ill be doing 5 years from now. will i be still alive? will all my loved ones still be alive? allah knows. i love allah.

we're going in the wrong direction.
painful.