Writer, Explorer and Travel Philosopher
Berlin is such a liveable city…
It’s been ages since I’ve published a blog. I think I’ve only written 3 this year.
But I haven’t forgotten you, or vanished in a desert somewhere.
It’s just that I haven’t been traveling at all. We moved to Berlin at the start of January, and I haven’t left the city since.
A new life in a new town…
I learned and experienced many things during my years in Malta, and I wrote around 30 articles about it — most of them were positive, about the places we discovered, from small village streets to the windswept heights of Ras ir-Raheb and the coast of Blata tal-Melh.
Searching for my personal landscape…
I’ve dedicated the past decade and a half of my life to traveling the world’s marginal places.
I started off exploring forgotten regions, like Central America’s Mosquito Coast or the Mongolian Gobi. But I’ve also conducted a very long inquiry into expat life.
Berlin is a city where art lives and breathes.
I went there recently for a dose of art and culture. My little Mediterranean island is piled with history, many stones deep. And beauty is present too, but art is scarce. And I need art to remind me of what my work could be.
I spent a week in Berlin right before the Christmas holidays.
We rented an apartment in Mitte, near the Rosenthaler Platz U Bahn station. A gentrified neighbourhood of ethnic restaurants, dimly lit bars and newly renovated apartments with enormous windows, modern furniture, heated floors and soundproofed walls. Close to the fashion district, and to small galleries filled with big fringe ideals.
I was in Berlin this past week, getting a huge dose of art and culture — something I’m starved for on my small Mediterranean island.
I went there to soak up the gritty feel of the city, and to hang out in museums and small galleries. But I also ended up wandering through a bunch of Christmas markets. They were everywhere. And they had good food.
