Berlin, Alexanderplatz
March 4, 2008So it’s been a week now in Berlin. As expected, I’ve ended up with the two heurekas you eventually stumble upon when finding oneself at anyplace new for a while.
a) I’m broke
b) I’m dumb
Despite Berlin is a lot cheaper than Helsinki, Salzburg, Seoul or any other town I’ve been broke in, it’s no champagne and strawberries here either with the internship salary. It’ll get better once Kultuurkapital (the almighty art funding project of Mother Estonia) decides to give me a grant OR the Ministry of Education (after months of deep pondering) decides me worthy of a study loan. But I’ll be really good at cooking pasta in some time.
Nevertheless it’s possible to, for example, get by a Friday night with 3euro-pizza and 4euro-shiraz, unthinkable even in Estonia. I love this town.
The company I work for is quite a scare. Having never really studied, worked on or even witnessed any sort of Lichtplanung, I resemble a sheep gone blind just seconds ago on a sunny day. It’s OK not to know AutoCAD or light calculation programmes. I’ve never needed them yet. What hurts is to find out that there are also yet miles and mountains of Photoshop yet to be discovered I’ve been so far totally oblivious about. My dear friends, you’d shit kittens too when being welcomed to the Real World. The current project is a stock exchange building (two towers, zillion floors) in Abu Dhabi and that’s about all I know of it. You expect some busy bee (these crazy people work 10h-days) to come explaining a sheep gone blind the details of stock exchange? You wish.
P.S. Ze Germanz have z and y switched on their keyboards, what a menace. At least it’s not the scribbled board the French use, I’m glad.
P.P.S. My brain gets all soft and mushy from speaking German all the time. Blargh.
