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Wednesday, 17 December 2014

HOT GAY VIDEO: WILD THING!



Simply sexy! A great video by Giveitawaynow with the coolest collection of images and scenes of hot guys showing their beautiful bodies wildly... Fighting, swimming, showering, or simply walking but HANDSOME. THE VIDEO IS HERE

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

VIDEO: VINTAGE BEACH MEN



This is another great vintage video collection by Wayne Brighton.
Title: Vintage Beach
Beach boys from the 1st half of the 20th century 1900's thru to 1960's
Enjoy the video here

Sunday, 14 December 2014

GAY MOVIE: THRILLER - THE SILENT THIEF



Another unmissable gay movie for those of you who are into thrillers is: The Silent Thief, directed by Jennifer Clary, A psychological thriller about the human need to belong and the thin line between sanity and insanity. Alexis posted a video on youtube with the best scenes. Male actors are HOT!
Here is the video!



Friday, 12 December 2014

PARADISE: KOH NANG YUAN เกาะนางยวน




เกาะนางยวน  KOH NANG YUAN  is one of the most beautiful island in Thailand.
It is not as visited as the larger Koh Samui, but in the recent years snorkelers from all over the World spotted this location and more and more tourists are coming... The island is not huge so it has its limit to tourism too. It's a real paradise on earth. Beautiful beaches and crystal waters where you can swim, snorkel and relax. It's one of my favorite locations in Asia. Most people are based in the close island of Koh Tao, but there is a resort also in Koh Nang Yuan.



 









Wednesday, 3 December 2014

COOL OZ GAY TV SERIES, PLEASE LIKE ME



Please Like Me is a great Australian gay TV series written by Josh Thomas who also plays the main character, Josh.
The series have won many awards in 2014.
Here is a 4-minute long video with some of the hottest scenes by Alexis on his youtube page.
 Video is here

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

VIDEO THE SEXIEST MALE TWINS - WHY ONE IF YOU CAN HAVE TWO?



This video by Axavideos is a must watch. The hottest male twins in a 8-minute long video.
The sensuality of these male twin brothers is unbeatable. The video got already a huge amount of positive comments. Title: Geminis Watch it here

SNORKELING IN THE WATERS OF LEONARDO DI CAPRIO'S MOVIE "THE BEACH"



I love snorkeling and the top places I have practiced snorkeling are Isla Mujeres in Mexico and Phi Phi Leh in Thailand. Phi Phi is also the location of Leonardo Di Caprio's movie The Beach. Water is crystal clear and there is a paradise of colorful fishes in it.

Fishermen




 People's cave 



Sunday, 9 November 2014

MOROCCO - LEATHER TANNERIES

One of the most interesting place I visited in Morocco is the Leather Tannery of the imperial city of Fez. It's a one in a lifetime experience to see how men are busy producing leather whilst donkey are carrying the expensive good from one site to the other of the tannery. The smell is intense and locals give tourists mint leaves to fight the disgusting smell of the tannery. Pigeon faeces is used to soften the leather, that explains it all. :)
Here are some pics of Fez, the tannery and the city itself. A must visit.











Saturday, 8 November 2014

GREAT GAY MOVIE: CONFUSION OF GENDERS




Confusion of Genders (La Confusion des genres) is a great movie of the year 2000.
As the Los Angeles Times wrote: SEXY ENTERTAINING AND PROVOCATIVE
the movie is directed by Ilan Duran Cohen and written by  Ilan Duran Cohen and Philippe Lasry
It's the intriguing story of a bisexual attorney who is sleeping with his boss, his client's girlfriend and a sexy guy who tries to convince him he cannot have it all. Unmissable. Alexis made a video with the hottest scenes of the movie, here

Monday, 3 November 2014

EASTERN BOYS - GAY MOVIE - COMING SOON

In cinemas from the 5th of December 2014 there will be a great gay movie titled: Eastern Boys.
A young Eastern European immigrant in Paris gets offered money by a older guy to visit his home the following day. The next day when the doorbell rings the older man hasn't got a clue he has fallen into a trap. Hot, sexy, dramatic, written and directed by Robin Campillo. It was screened in the Contemporary World Cinema section at the International Film Festival in Toronto 2013.

Sunday, 12 October 2014

VIDEO: VINTAGE GAY LOVERS



A brand new video of vintage gay lovers images by Waynebrighton is on Youtube.
The most sensual, romantic, tender moments between gay male couples in the past.
One of the good thing about this vintage collection is that it reminds us that men have been enjoying themselves for a long time, even if earlier their life was much more complicated. A very appropriate title by Wayne, Hidden in Plain Sight, a Century of Male Lovers. Watch the video here



Saturday, 11 October 2014

COOL VIDEO: THE FIRST GAY KISS BETWEEN TWO STRANGERS (KIWI)




I found the video by the Love Your Condom  on youtube and I found it a really cool project.
They asked 10 strangers to kiss for the first time. The outcome is really sweet. Love Your Condom is company specialized on gay safe sex information and products to protect from STI.
The video of the kisses project can be found on Youtube Here

Friday, 10 October 2014

HOT GAY MOVIE BAD EDUCATION



This is by far my favorite gay movie and I have to admit I watched it at least 5 times.
It is a Spanish movie written and directed by the genius Pedro Almodóvar. The lives of two boys from when they were children to their adult age. How they were separated by the "evil" school director and how they met again later in life. There is much more. Drama, sensuality, religion, perversion, love, happiness, sadness. A great mix of feelings of anger and love, negative and positive, happiness and sadness. Last but not least, the hottest male actor, Gael García Bernal is naked in one of the scenes at the pool... Soooo hot.  Original title is: La Mala Educación
Alexis uploaded some scenes here in a video on youtube

Thursday, 9 October 2014

HOT NORWEGIAN GAY AD VIDEO



Another great gay commercial comes from Norway. (Ad: Enklere Liv)
The source of the video on youtube is eivindsaether
A geek drops the soap in a shower where two prisoners (gay bear style) are showering and....
It's the ad of a product that the geek will use to save his add ;) literally.
Funny here

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

HOT VIDEO!!!! SEXY SHIRTLESS MUSCULAR FIREFIGHTERS... SEXY ABS



Who would not want to be saved by one of this extremely HOT firefighters?
The video uploaded on youtube by Suus Steenwijkerwoldse contains over 3 minutes of images of the sexiest firefighters on the planet... believe me! You can watch it here 

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

BUDAPEST FAIRY TALE


Budapest, Bratislava, Prague, February-March 2008

The clear sky allowed me to see the Danube separating hilly Buda from Pest, the long bridges and the green Margaret Island. It was the morning of the 24th of February 2008, when I landed at Budapest International Airport. I exchanged Euro for 50,000 Hungarian Forint and I took a taxi to my 4-star hotel a few minutes walk from the underground station of Déli Pályaudvar. It was a mild winter morning in the Magyar capital and as it was my only day off during my Hungarian stay, I took the chance to walk around the city. From the castle, which dominates the hill of Buda, I had a spectacular view of the Danube and of Pest. After a short break I walked down the hill and I crossed the Széchenyi Chain Bridge to reach Pest. The city on the other side of the river had also lots to offer, the remarkable Hungarian parliament building, the Basilica of Saint Stephen and Heroes Square. In the evening the lights on the bridges and monuments made the city even more magic, I had dinner and before going to bed I had a relaxing swim in the pool of the hotel, a long working week was waiting for me.

***

The bus was late and I decided to run from Batthyány tér along the Danube to the Obuda centre, where the Team Supervisor was waiting for me at 9am. When I reached the office it was 9:05am. The automatic door of the building opened and I was drying my sweaty forehead with a handkerchief, when a red-haired woman on her forties came to welcome me: “Hi, my name is Anita. You must be Mattia. I am the supervisor, how do you do?” My duties were training and coaching 16 new employees for a week and making sure that they would be ready to pass their final test. I worked everyday from 9am till 5pm and every evening I visited different districts of the city. Sjors flew to Spain on the 27th of February and on the 28th of February, while I was having a relaxing swim, he called me on my mobile phone to let me know that he had got a job as a customer service representative and he had to be in Barcelona on the 9th of March.

“Oh my God! And how do we do with the furniture in Berlin? I am still in Hungary! Are you sure?  We don’t have a flat in Barcelona yet! How sure are you? Is it a permanent job? How much do they pay? When do you have to be there again?” I panicked.

***

On Friday the 29th of February, I was informed that my flight had been cancelled due to the hurricane that was devastating eastern Europe and I could not reach Berlin by plane. I was nervous, I had to go back to Berlin to hand in the notice to my employer and I surely could not let a hurricane break my plans. As a travel alternative on Friday evening I went to Budapest station and for about 29,000 Forint I bought a train ticket Budapest-Bratislava-Prague-Berlin leaving on the following morning.

***

The train left Budapest on time, I sat comfortable, I took out my Japanese book and I started reading and copying the kanji I did not know on a piece of paper. A hillier region around Bratislava interrupted the monotonous landscape of the flat countryside, similar to that of Lombardy. When we reached the tiny station of the capital of Slovakia, a twenty-something girl entered my compartment and sat next to me.  The train left, but shortly after, as we reached Zohor, it stopped again. Suddenly a Czech ticket collector came to my compartment and he said something I could not understand. Luckily the girl, who happened to understand Czech, translated it for me. “There are some ehm… strom… ehm… trees … on the rail…track…” Her English was not perfect but I could understand that we had to wait until the track was clear. It was 1pm, I was hungry, I ate my sandwiches and I tried to concentrate on my Japanese book. Six hours later, while I was hoping against hope, the train moved. “They said that the track is free in the Czech Republic” translated the girl for me. At 8pm just before Prague, the train engine broke and they took about an hour to change the locomotive. Sadly when the girl got off in the Czech capital, it was already 9pm and she had missed her appointment, which, she said, it was the only reason why she was travelling there. As I was alone in my compartment, I locked the door, I turned off the lights and I laid down.

“Hello… Hello Sir…” I woke up and I opened the door to the ticket collector, who could speak some English after all. “I am sorry Sir, this train does not go to Berlin… You have to leave the train.” Said the man. “Excuse me??? How do you expect me to leave the train here? We are in the middle of nowhere, it’s dark and I don’t have water! Why didn’t you tell me in Prague??? I could have gone to a hotel!” I protested. “I am going to ask.” Said the man and he disappeared in the other car. I packed the stuff I had taken out and I went walking through the train, looking for other people. The second car was empty, so was the third one and when I pressed the button to open the door to the fourth car, the light went off and some smoke started coming out from an electricity box. I called Sjors and I just managed to tell him I had no water and I was asked to leave the train somewhere in the Czech Republic when my battery died. When I returned hopeless to my compartment, the ticket collector was there and he agreed I could sleep on the train. I laid down again and I was so exhausted that my eyes closed shortly after.

***

“Hallo… Hallo… Aufwachen!” Shouted a German lady in uniform. “Gott sei Dank” I said as I saw the Deutsche Bahn badge on her jacket. The woman, employee of the German Railway asked me to get ready as a taxi would have take me from the Czech Republic to Dresden with the other three people who were left on the train. The car drove in the dark night along the river, the hurricane had already been there and there were broken trees on both sides of the road. When we arrived in Dresden it was 4am and there was no one in the station but two drunken teenagers. As I needed to urinate, but I had no euro coins with me, I crawled under the gate of the toilet to reach the urinals. Eventually at 7am I took the first train to Berlin, which arrived at 10am in the German capital.


Berlin, March 2008

Once back home I had a week before Sjors’ move to Spain. We sold all our furniture, packed everything that could be sent and on the 8th of March my boyfriend took his flight to Barcelona, where he started working on the 9th of March. “I can see the mountains and the sea from my office!” Sjors said exited on the telephone. On the 13th of March, the day of my 30th birthday, I gave notice at work and I invited my friend Barbara to come to my place in the evening. We were drinking a self-made cosmopolitan, when Sjors called. “I have found this great flat, but I cannot pay the deposit as my bank has blocked my account… I still have seven euro but they won’t last long.” The German bank thought someone was using Sjors’ debit card in Barcelona and for security reasons they blocked his account. I rang the call center of the bank, but as none of the operators seemed to be ready to release the block, I suggested Sjors that he should go to the German Consulate in Passeig de Gràcia and ask them to call the bank in Berlin. The day after at 10am, while Sjors was in the consulate I stood in front of a banker and I told her: “Your bank has caused several problems blocking the card of my boyfriend… The German consulate in Barcelona is going to call you within minutes.” The telephone rang, the lady paled, the bank account was unblocked and Sjors managed to get his money and pay the deposit for the flat, where we are currently living. Finally I was ready to leave Berlin, but this time I could not move to my new home by train, as I did when I left London back in February 2005.



London, Paris, Milan, February 2005

Olaf took one of my three bags and his own one and we walked down the stairs inside Waterloo station to reach our Eurostar. About three hours later we reached La Ville Lumière, where we had planned to spend our last four days together. The Eiffel Tower was sparkling in the night and the Olympic Candidate logo “Paris 2012” could be seen from the Trocadéro gardens. “I wonder which city will host the Olympic games in 2012” I said. “I’m sure it will be London.” Commented Olaf.

When the four Parisian days were over, Olaf took me to Gare de Lyon; we kissed goodbye and my train to Milan left. The journey last less than seven hours, but I had enough time to fantasize how my new life in Germany would be, the new friends I would make and the new places I would explore. I imagined myself traveling from Berlin to Moscow and from there with the Tran Siberian to Ulan Bator and Peking.

It was about 8pm when I reached Milan central station and my mobile phone rang. “I have to go to Japan for business, do you want to come for a couple of weeks?” Asked Olaf.


I had the luck to work in Budapest for a week. I fell in love with the Hungarian city and decided to go back as a tourist with my boyfriend (current husband). We stayed at the New York Palace hotel of the Boscolo chain. It is a 5 stars hotel in the heart of Buda. The stay at that hotel was already worth the visit. It is a classic Hungarian building, or better said: a wonderful palace. The restaurant is classic decorated, the main hall and the rooms are very modern. It is a perfect mixture of classic and modern design. We loved it. The service is impeccable. The food delicious! If you are in Budapest, stay there! THE CITY - Budapest has a lot to offer. The city is formed by two parts: Buda, the hillier part, and Pest, the flat part on the other side of the river Danube. The most fascinating buildings are the parliament, St. Stephen Basilica and the castle on top of the hill. But there is much more, almost every building in Budapest is nice to see! Here some pictures:
Inside the New York Palace hotel - the restaurant




 The New York Palace hotel from outside


Sunday, 30 March 2014

FRIENDLY PHILADELPHIA




During my stay in the United States, I intended to visit my ex Rob in New Haven, however I have never got hold of him, so I decided to go to Philadelphia instead and I bought a cheap bus ticket online. The meeting point was at the 88 East Broadway and Olaf had suggested that I should have taken the Express Train to Canal Street at 8am to be there on time for departure. The day after I was ready to get off at Canal Street but the train did not stop there, in fact, Canal Street was the Express Train stop for the M line but not for the line I had taken. I got off at Brooklyn Bridge and run all the way back to East Broadway and when I reached Manhattan Bridge out of breath and with the ticket in my sweated hand a Chinese lady called me: “Mr Zani! Mr Zani!” – “Yes?” I replied confused. “Please follow me, that is your bus!” I am still wondering now, how the lady knew who I was. 

Two and a half hours later the bus reached Chinatown in Philadelphia, where I got off on the 11th Street. The temperature was much milder than in New York City, I took off my jacket and I walked around. Φιλαδέλφεια, 
The City of Brotherly Love, that’s what its names means. The mix of modern architecture and the historical colonial buildings was fascinating. Once in Chestnut Street I could admire the beautiful Georgian Independence Hall, where the Declaration of Independence was debated and later adopted on the 4th of July 1776, whose garden was adorned with American flags possibly due to the imminent election time. In the early afternoon I walked to the Sister City Plaza with the landmarks dedicated to Philadelphiasister cities, among which I could see Florence. After a short break I followed the Benjamin Franklin Parkway, which reserved me another surprise: Rodin Museum and its Gate of Hell, the amazing copy of the original plaster, I had seen in the Musée D’Orsay in Paris. La Porte de L’Enfer depicts a scene of the Inferno, the first part of the Divine Comedy by Dante. “No wonder, Philly and Florence are twins”, I thought. After Rodin, I reached the majestic Museum of Art, where I sat on the steps and I ate my sandwich under a delicate winter sun.



After my tiny lunch I walked to the Eastern State Penitentiary, which had held the likes of Al Capone and Willie Sutton. “Let the avenue to this house be rendered difficult and gloomy by mountains and morasses. Let the doors be of iron, and let the grating, occasioned by opening and shutting them, be increased by an echo that shall deeply pierce the soul” wrote Dr. Benjamin Rush, a Quaker reformer about the construction of the State Penitentiary and that surely was the idea that that building gave me. I decided to follow to Philadelphia Waterfront and in the late afternoon, I went to see the house where Edgar Allan Poe lived with his family and where he wrote “The Black Cat”, “...Yet, mad am I not - and very surely do I not dream...” It was dark outside and it was about time for my bus, I left the spooky location to go catch my Chinatown to Chinatown bus.
(From Mattia's diary)






New York City, Philadelphia, Washington DC October - November 2004

I had not been in New York City since September 2001 and I was extremely excited to spend a couple of weeks in the Big Apple. It was the 23rd of October 2004, over three years had past since the attacks that destroyed the World Trade Center killing thousands of innocents, but I was still pretty tense on the plane. The screen showed we were somewhere over Wales, I looked outside the window, but the night was too dark to see anything and I could not find the moon either. The hostess was announcing the time for the duty free shopping, when suddenly the lights went off, she stopped talking, she run back to her seat and the plane started shaking, provoking terror among the passengers. I was paralyzed: I could see objects flying from one side to the other and I could hear people screaming and crying but I could not move.

“We are going to crash!” I told myself. The turbulences went on for a few minutes and the pilot was definitely too busy to tell us what was going on. Eventually the lights went back on, the plane stopped shaking and one of the hostess started distributing some red coloured plastic bags. When she gave me one, I smelled chlorine on its surface and I imagined that there was a lifesaver inside. I left the bag lying on my knees, unable to open it, because of my tension and I tried to think how an emergency sea landing would have been. Suddenly the lady next to me stood up, took a toothbrush and toothpaste out of the red bag and walked towards the toilets. “I must see a shrink when I am back in London” I thought smiling.

Once outside J.F.K. Airport I smoked a cigarette post flight trauma and I gave a short call to Olaf to let him know that I had arrived. Then I took a cab and I asked the driver to take to my final destination: “1st Avenue corner East 60th Street, please”. It was great to be in Manhattan again, the city that never sleeps had always fascinated me. Olaf’s apartment was at the 30th floor of a skyscraper facing the Queensboro Bridge, whose tunnels east of the 1st Avenue were converted into the Bridgemarket Grocery, a pretty convenient supermarket. The porter run at the door to open it for me and to wish me a very good morning, which sounded rather forced than convincing, I wished him a pleasant day as well and I quickly took my bags to the elevator.

***

Olaf had to be at his company’s office in the 6th Avenue from Monday to Friday, from 9am till 6pm, which gave me a lot of spare time. However I found plenty of things to do in the Big Apple to keep me busy during my two-week stay. On Monday I went to the ticket office in the Subway station at the corner of 59th Street and the Lexington Avenue to buy a weekly travel card. New York City’s subway is unbeatable: it takes one practically everywhere 24/7. I paid the ticket fee and the lady at the desk gave me my yellow card with the blue printed M.T.A. acronym, which stands for Metropolitan Transportation Authority. I was finally ready to start my sightseeing day. “I’ll go to the American Museum of Natural History first…” I was thinking while inserting my travel card in the machine. A few seconds later, the card got spat back but the gate did not open. I tried again a few times and at several machines but I had no luck, so I went back to the lady at the ticket desk. “Excuse me, the card I’ve just bought doesn’t seem to be working.” I told the M.T.A. employee politely. “It’s not possible!” She shouted back. “Of course it is possible! It does not open the gate!” I replied. Then the lady took out a portable ticket swipe machine from a drawer and she asked me to test my card with it. “As you see, it is not working…” I confirmed when I saw the red light blinking. “It is not possible!” shouted the lady again, with a voice volume that could probably be heard even at street level. Eventually she asked the man behind me in the queue, who was complaining about the stupidity of some tourists, to test the card for me. Finally both the man and the M.T.A. employee agreed that the card was indeed demagnetized and I was given a brand new one. “Surely New Yorkers aren’t famous for their manners!” I thought. After my trip in the Dinosaurs World, where I got to know the Apatosaurus and the Tyrannosaurus Rex, I went shopping on the Fifth Avenue, I continued shopping at Macy’s Department Store in Herald Square and on my way home I called at Bloomingdale’s. In the evening Olaf took me to an Italian restaurant in what was left of Little Italy and he made me upset, keeping on giving me tips on well manners at the table. “You should leave the knife and fork on the right side of the plate between three and four o’clock when you are finished…” After that, he managed to cheer me up again and he took me to some bars in Greenwich Village and Hell’s Kitchen.

***

During my stay in the United States, I intended to visit my ex Rob in New Haven, however I have never got hold of him, so I decided to go to Philadelphia instead and I bought a cheap bus ticket online. The meeting point was at the 88 East Broadway and Olaf had suggested that I should have taken the Express Train to Canal Street at 8am to be there on time for departure. The day after I was ready to get off at Canal Street but the train did not stop there, in fact, Canal Street was the Express Train stop for the M line but not for the line I had taken. I got off at Brooklyn Bridge and run all the way back to East Broadway and when I reached Manhattan Bridge out of breath and with the ticket in my sweated hand a Chinese lady called me: “Mr Zani! Mr Zani!” – “Yes?” I replied confused. “Please follow me, that is your bus!” I am still wondering now, how the lady knew who I was. Two and a half hours later the bus reached Chinatown in Philadelphia, where I got off on the 11th Street. The temperature was much milder than in New York City, I took off my jacket and I walked around. Φιλαδέλφεια, The City of Brotherly Love, that’s what its names means. The mix of modern architecture and the historical colonial buildings was fascinating. Once in Chestnut Street I could admire the beautiful Georgian Independence Hall, where the Declaration of Independence was debated and later adopted on the 4th of July 1776, whose garden was adorned with American flags possibly due to the imminent election time. In the early afternoon I walked to the Sister City Plaza with the landmarks dedicated to Philadelphia sister cities, among which I could see Florence. After a short break I followed the Benjamin Franklin Parkway, which reserved me another surprise: Rodin Museum and its Gate of Hell, the amazing copy of the original plaster, I had seen in the Musée D’Orsay in Paris. La Porte de L’Enfer depicts a scene of the Inferno, the first part of the Divine Comedy by Dante. “No wonder, Philly and Florence are twins”, I thought. After Rodin, I reached the majestic Museum of Art, where I sat on the steps and I ate my sandwich under a delicate winter sun.
After my tiny lunch I walked to the Eastern State Penitentiary, which had held the likes of Al Capone and Willie Sutton. “Let the avenue to this house be rendered difficult and gloomy by mountains and morasses. Let the doors be of iron, and let the grating, occasioned by opening and shutting them, be increased by an echo that shall deeply pierce the soul” wrote Dr. Benjamin Rush, a Quaker reformer about the construction of the State Penitentiary and that surely was the idea that that building gave me. I decided to follow to Philadelphia Waterfront and in the late afternoon, I went to see the house where Edgar Allan Poe lived with his family and where he wrote “The Black Cat”, “…Yet, mad am I not - and very surely do I not dream...” It was dark outside and it was about time for my bus, I left the spooky location to go catch my Chinatown to Chinatown bus.

***

It was Halloween night and Olaf and I went to Roxy NYC, the popular nightclub located at 515 West 18th Street in Chelsea, where hundreds of six-pack guys were dancing showing off their unnatural muscles. A couple of hours later, we got tired of the scene and we went walking around the city. It was a magic night, we admired Manhattan sparkling skyline from the Brooklyn Bridge and we went on walking to Brooklyn, where most of the houses were adorned with pumpkins and spider webs. I saw a middle age woman wearing bat wings crossing the street and steam coming out thunderous from the holes of a round drainage pit. “Gotham City Scenery” I smiled. Some kids were still ringing bells and shouting “Trick or Treats” in the street and I was wondering how could their parents let them out so late in Brooklyn, when I received a message from Jørn: “Help me - I’m in Jail...” I was still upset with him and as I did not believe a single word he had written. “It must be one of his tricks!” I thought while deleting the message. Olaf stopped a taxi, which was driving by and we went home.

***

On the second and last weekend of my American vacation, Olaf and I traveled to Washington DC. It was the first time for me in the capital city of the United States of America and there was much to discover. We walked first to the White House, which was surrounded by high fences to keep the antiwar protesters away and hundreds of Stars and Stripes flags were waving in the wind. The presidential elections were around the corner and the majority of the Europeans and quite a few Americans hoped that the Texan guy would go back to his ranch. The Vietnam war memorial, the Lincoln memorial, the pond were also in our sightseeing tour that ended at sunset with the view of the white capitol, which had turned orange through the light of the sun rays. On Sunday we visited the Arlington War Cemetery with its thousands of white graves and we had a short walk around the Pentagon with the intention to take a picture of its huge concrete walls. Unfortunately because of security reasons and the war against terrorism it was not allowed to the photos of the grey walls.


London November 2004, January 2005.

My American break was over, I was back in London and I had to try to get the estate agents find a seller for my house, so I lowered the price again. Towards the end of the month Jørn gave me a call and told me about how he got arrested for drug possession and how he had tried to reach me for help. “Sorry, I was shopping in New York City” I defended myself. London had become my prison, I just wanted to move away and start my new life in Germany, but the Bank of England did not seem to cooperate with the interest rates. On the 14th of January Olaf and I decided to drive to Wales for a long weekend and we were having a break in Stonehenge when my mobile rang. “We have an offer for your house. He is a first time buyer and chain free.” Said the agent. On the last week of January the sale was completed, I could finally spend a couple of weeks in Milan and move to Berlin.