It is Eero Johannes from Helsinki, Finland, playing. And the night is so soft, the streets so wide and you eukalyptus and palmtrees, you're just so familiar to my heart now. I remember when I first arrived here it was all weird and freaky to me. Like being in a picture book, I felt no relations whatsoever. Now I am on a flight through the soft ocean breeze, gliding so fast and I don't know if these tears are from the wind cutting my eyes into million pieces or is it that I leave.
Listening to Bob Dylan and the Visions of Johanna and my friend calling from New Orleans just propels me into this weird space. My dad's distant voice calling, a year or so ago, listen, listen, daughter, be aware, if you stay there long enough you will become American and you won't be able to come back.
I feel how it is tugging and tearing on me now, exactly this, the heart exploding into this great vast space, filled with so much more to long for.
Then I call my sweet love, far away, gypsy gypsy gone gone, letting him know about my feelings now, isn't it weird I say, isn't it strange, how I was so homesick and now I barely can go.
All these circus people I just met, rekindling my passions, all these dancers and people I can play with finally, like children in the meadows of life. Clown noses, laughter, dance, skinny dipping, singing, embracing. The high life.
But I am flying, high and low, in waves, and I know I can't stop now.
Berlin, Berlin, hello....
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