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The aftermath
After a few hours the scene relaxed a bit. It was now the time that people left the restaurants, to be met by a rather surreal picture, police cars and ambulances still driving on the wrong side of the road ( well at least in this part of the world ) was there still more to come, or was that it ? PS: many of you asked me what happened with the man in the gutter. He was helped immediately by protesters and police, for that moment all differences seemed to be forgotten, and the ambulance arrived very soon....Ein paar Stunden später beruhigte sich das Ganze etwas. Es war nun um die Zeit als Leute aus Restaurants kamen und eine ziemlich surreale Atmosphäre vorfanden, von der

A normal Thursday night
Just a normal Thursday night, but then it all changed. It went quiet outside... that is not normal on a busy road with four lanes, suddenly no cars, no busses no tram... all still. Only blue flashlights reflecting in the windows of the houses. And then the madness started. The Rosenthaler Street cordoned off by police cars in one line. The whole place in a state of anticipation. Somewhere the rhythmic shouting of a nearby protest march... a man lying in the gutter with an epileptic fit, suddenly the crowd broke loose, bottles flying, people running, just a normal Thursday night... it took a very long time till I found

Proben im b-flat
A jazz club down the road, called the b-flat. A rehearsal, for the nights gig. Ein Jazz Club um die Ecke, das b-flat. Eine Probe für die Show des Abends. ca. 5,9 x 11.8 inch / Oil on Board / ca. 15cm x 30cm / Öl auf BordIf you would like to purchase this daily painting, please send your bid by email. Startprice 150 Euro. End of sale November 27th, 2009 at 8.00 pm (local time Berlin Germany).

Brunnenstrasse
It is hard to believe that only the night before, this place was filled with 600 policemen, police cars and a helicopter above them. The only clue this morning was a bit of broken glass on the pavement, a few camera teams, and a complete house without windows, the rest was business as usual, people going for a coffee and looking though the windows of countless galleries. Madness and normality, sometimes only divided by a very short gap in time. Es ist schwer zu glauben, dass es erst gestern abend war, daß hier 600 Polizisten, unzählige Polizeiwägen und ein Polizeihubschrauber am Werk waren. Heute morgen zeugten nur noch etwas zerbrochenes Glas auf dem Trottoir, ein paar

Lost in transit
It looks a bit like Big Ben, but it isn´t. It is somewhere in Köpenick, a district in the South-East of Berlin. I am starting to wonder, every time I am looking for a new studio space it takes me more and more out of the city centre, and its always raining. Es sieht vielleicht ein wenig aus wie Big Ben in London, aber das ist es nicht. Es ist irgendwo in Köpenick. Ich beginne mich ein wenig zu wundern, warum jedesmal wenn ich mir neue Atelierflächen anschaue, es mich mehr und mehr aus Berlin Mitte hinauszieht, und warum es jedesmal dabei regnet.