Factory of clouds.

Last day in Berlin (the return journey, tomorrow, does not count). I spent it lonely, melancholic... The cold has been specially hard and the scenes around me were shocking, at least. I should have imagined it, when right after getting up and hitting the street I saw the image I attach, from one of my favourites sights in Berlin, the Oberbaum Brücke, a very special spot, where on a same horizon past, present and future get together. That chimney spit a white, milky smoke, and filled the air with its production.
The factory of clouds fullfilled its function.

Loneliness antenna.

The emotive day has had its peak moment when climbing the communication tower, in Alexanderplatz. A really special enclave. The old banner of the East waves, vigilant of all berliners, always awake, always visible. Alexanderplatz, epicenter of a world that blew up...
The communication antenna has been to me the headlight of the lack of communication. Risen over an infinite sea of lights, dynamic, tiny but inmense, it has showed me Europe´s nightfall. I, circular, cyclical, have gone around the viewpoint a thousand times, tieless, but with a knot on my throat.
I have seen no ships to arrive, but I have formed part of the signal that gives out intermittently, alternating solitude and hope. Pi..... piii... pipi... pi... pi... piii... piiiiiiiii...