Brubeck flows. Nobody comes in the little park where I enjoy my breaks from work. The blue portable speaker, a present from Rolf, mixes with the bird singing. Brubeck flows.
I’ve met Rolf a week ago, in Strausberg, at the Urban Communities Convergence Berlin, always busy, gathering wood, carrying water, cooking, cleaning and smiling often. At night he had more time and we were using hands communicating in German and English. I learned he was organizing Hip Hop parties in 1986 in
and he enjoys a
lot his synthesizers. He likes Pink Floyd, he liked my synthy protest song and
Manu Dibango’s Soul Makossa. On the last day he said “I have something for you”
and he handed me a mini portable blue speaker. I went emotional the size of a
home. I tend to say it was a question of context, of course, I’d have gone
emotional anyway: it was the last day of one of the most beautiful weeks,
surrounded by nature and wonderful people. Bremen
Arne is an old friend; I met him long ago during another project. We see each other rarely but beautifully. He is one of those beautiful people nothing would ever upset them. A few days before the event we met and he briefly updated me about what was about to happen. He likes my tunes and I was supposed to DJ for a day or two, maybe three. He spoke me about Andrei’s similar sense of humor, him being also Romanian, co-organizer and Arne’s friend. Back home, I checked out one more time the event’s webpage, I noticed “nature”, “sustainability”, “community”, swapped a shift at work and exhaled “Yup, I’m going!”.
Sun was setting. I was in the wrong station, waiting for the next train. I had a busy day at the hostel and now my freshness and smiley face were being fueled by the windy orange fingers of the sun. Time was passing like a crystal creek and Irakli, the beautiful Bulgarian beach, was on my mind. When I finally reached the place, I met Andrei from
a wonderful storyteller, just as my dear grandmother, also coming from the
area. It was a pleasure listening to him and, during the non-busy moments, we
were laughing continuously. We’d invent the Sh#*-o-meter, a mental device that
would buzz when vulgarity was to be reached while practicing Romanian slang. On
the last day he told us about his availability in supporting us whenever in the
mood for other such events around Iaşi .
I felt like hugging him, which actually happened, somehow. Berlin
Viktoria has a beautiful hair and she landed among us out of a fairytale. Excepting Valentin, an excellent car driver aged 13, she was the youngest, 18 I imagine. She bluntly told me I have a beautiful smile and asked me if I plan to settle down. I either replied “I don’t know” or I joked about it. She would like to live inside a lighthouse, or at least around it. She asked me plenty of questions and I answered all of them. She liked my hometown has lighthouses. She couldn’t stop laughing, apparently because of me. In the little park where I enjoy my breaks from work, Brubeck flows and the smallest dog in the world, for the moment, changes my thoughts.
Elena, she was dancing the most. Sometimes, she was looking at me and I was looking at her. She told us about living in her
based eco-community and
she was being beautiful. One day, we got in the same hammock for a one on one sharing
and listening game exercise. She was warmly gazing into my eyes and I told her
about my late grandmother. Eyes glowing, she wished time wouldn’t expire, so
she could listen more. She told me about herself and about her intense last
months which now were gone, thankfully. I wish time wouldn’t expire, so I could
listen more. Portugal
Gyorg comes from
and he is an excellent percussionist. He knew about Shuberek because he has
Crimean Tatar Mongolian roots, just like me. We cooked vegan balls, we laughed
and we spoke about Homo sapiens versus the Neanderthal man. Gyorg is a mixture of
wilderness, strength, beauty, fun and heart. Sometimes he was calling me
“Chiburekki” because both of us seemed to be craving for that fried dough
filled with minced meat and onions. Uzbekistan
Nika was on the same ship with Viktoria when they landed among us out of that fairytale. Short, wearing heavy boots, a matching vest and enjoying getting us wood. He knows how to make practical or small things, he could sew and from this perspective I should have insisted for some knowledge. He is aware of various energies floating around us and he is inviting us to feel the same. Inside a small leather bag there was a button and he gave it to me. In return, I gave him a magazine he wanted. On my way home it was him, Klina and Dominik which I hugged last. Home Friedrichshain, not home Strausberg.
We ate like kings, we carried water, we cleaned up the place, me and Klaus we counted spoons and pots, we went to the lake, we did everything. Daily, we experienced intense and deep moments. We DJ-ed taking turns. I didn’t miss
I didn’t miss anybody, but I was so happy seeing my flatmate again; Lea and
Elena, old friends, it was wonderful escaping with them in Strausberg after
such a long time no see. No wonder they named the place “Andere Welt”. Berlin
We are quiet, around a sleeping fire. A documentary about moss is being narrated by Harry, an artist who drives the tractor and the motor scooter only accompanied by his dog. “The moss can travel to space and back and still survive. This means it can take a – 200 Celsius degrees temperature”. “Respect!”, exclaims Anto and we all break the chakras, again, by laughing out loudly. I am missing Anto, now, with all of this jazz playing. I’d share my sandwich and I’d stop the music, so I can better see her gentle eyes. She laughs a lot, she kicks ass in making jokes and she bursts of emotion. She enjoys conversations and she played dance music. And Lumi, she also played excellent stuff, using headphones and the mixing console.
“Can you lower the music a bit?”, nicely demands Lea, as she was probably trying to have a conversation. Gyorg would like some soul music. Soul, as in Isaac Hayes black soul music? No, just music for the soul. Aha. Delci and Elena would like to dance and they have some suggestions, Anto already prepares a playlist and I search for some matching songs. One laptop for everybody. The music is controlled by various people, we take turns and whenever someone has a request I put it on the other DJ. Just because I’m here it doesn’t mean I played this song. I didn’t set it this loud either. I laugh about it with Arne and Rolf, Brubeck and some present green winds.
I escaped to another country, to another continent, to another dimension. All things live in a harmony which makes me feel embarrassed by a possible gossip related thought I might have. You know, initially, some people seem disconnected, unpleased, or to be asking questions not matching your thoughts as an individual. However, you know about accepting, just like the others and this is a community feature, this is when we start working together and enjoying ourselves. This is when we start feeling home and exclusively thinking of positive thoughts, despite the intense moments which sometimes occur. I have reached both my inner fulfillment and peace, we worked as one and it felt as we could move the mountains.
In August this year my beautiful people will meet again, this time in
stuck in Romania ,
but it’s ok. I keep telling them to check out the Berlin Black
Sea coast or the Danube Delta, for instance. They’ll love it
anyway, regardless the location. Nikola’s orange van, during daytime, allows
you to see the stars from the inside. A quiet Neukölln park is now chewing my
heart, smiling saxophones in my eardrum. My thankfulness and this story could
We’re all in a circle, eyes closed. I am peaceful and cleansed inside, so I start stepping forward, right hand stretched. Whoever I touch first will be my partner in sharing, game’s rules. I follow the vivid image last seen before closing my eyes, I visualize it through this darkness and the chances of reaching her hand seem poor, there are too many beings around us. I know she was somewhere on my left and I act accordingly, after all, we might reach our hands. I beautifully feel grabbed by a strong male hand and I open my eyes and her hand, hanging by a thread, was also there. We enjoy the victory inside the hammock she took me at and we start sharing.