coming and going from the apartment, the need of work in my own things get ready again. after the break, a really long year of working for a really unflexible structure, we go back to the movement and the familiar feeling of finding my own spot in town. we go back to the roots. is always been the same. my new house remainds me a bit to bezhad´s house in kreuzberg -berlin-, with the bikes inside and this open house feeling, laughs, music, people coming and going, the door bell ringing..a bit of the normality ive know for years in my other homes to get back to myself. i finally have a home that suits me. in schwabing! yeiiii
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