Steel city's finest

Dear Berlin,( but also London)

I didn’t come here to have the time of my life and you know that. I didn’t come here to party, have fun, be wild – I came here to continue my existence and because I had nothing else to do. Maybe it was wild, maybe it was fun, maybe it wasn’t. I have never romanticised you and I never will, after all we had been friends with benefits for years before I eventually made the move. Don’t ever forget that. I don’t regret it, you’ve always been very kind to me and I’ve realised I need a city like you by my side: big, powerful, challenging, a city I can get lost in, a city that pushes me to my limits.

But you’re just a city, like every other city. I’ve seen you ice-cold and brutal, I’ve seen you warm-hearted and soft. Living with you can be a rollercoaster, you’re unpredictable and always have a surprise in store. You give me so much but I can’t give anything back. I’m not satisfied anymore and it’s not your fault. I’m sorry I’ve taken you for granted.

Don’t take it personally, it’s not you, it’s me. We’re all whiny cunts to be honest, we keep complaining about how you’re treating us, you soul-sucking bastard, how you’re playing with us like a cat plays with a half-dead mouse, how you drag us to every party and spike our drinks with rohypnol. We just won’t accept you for who you are. But I’m being honest with you here, I’m stuck with you and I need a break. One day I’ll be gone but don’t worry, I’ll be alright.

You always meet twice.

xo

Letter written by KLAMMERAUF