Asperberger Is This Abnormal?

Things I've written already, # 4

Berlin.
Yesterday I said to a person, probably Berlin and much less like the young to old.
I know the reasons but I can not explain it. Sometimes I think growing up we lose something, like if we slowly extended toward a goal, blurring everything that we leave behind.
passions that we feel are important, are faded memories.
A piano, tempera, a book.
We did, we felt we were.
Now we do, and we try another.

And so I think that Berlin is not like me, maybe when I have 50 years. Why
perhaps ill endure the cold and the risk of slipping twenty times a day on the snow.
The gray, melancholy, rain, the pressure of continuous change.
may not tolerate Japanese, vegan, Thai and Indian, all on the same street and not even a fucking
restaurant face simple salad ... The
turkish market on Tuesday morning, where you will unstopped the ears and you were hallucinating because of the smell, maybe I'll find it just awful.
Like all the rooms where you speak as if you knew for a lifetime.

And the TV tower I look like a simple hack of bad taste that vaguely resembles a phallus.

But for now, I love Berlin.
I love the designs on the ceiling of Godot, I love to pretend to skate on the icy road, love to speculate on "who knows because it's full of guys who sell tickets for the underground road." I love that I can be and look just as they are one of a million. At home. Why
love what it should be, if not feeling at home?
protected, assured, spoiled?

And I love your music, your culture, turkish night which is always open and will never leave you with the atavistic thirst.
I love chai tea with milk and cinnamon. The next

becks, becks the orange, the lemon becks, becks the level seven, the becks ice.

underground.

Walk for the East Side Gallery, stop in front of the spree, sit on the floor.

Tacheles The sand inside, with deck chairs, in the summer.
run towards the angel.
Hannibal and its Sunday brunch.
...

Remain motionless in front of the monument the Shoah. Breathe.
walk in the middle and the sideline noise of the city.
Silence, in the silence.

For all these reasons, I know I love Berlin.
Cohabitation, however, could spoil everything. After all
distance relationships are really cool, because it increases the desire to see.
And I know for sure that you want me, exactly what I want you.