It's called looking out for one and other - try it!

Today I went to buy some food for one of Stockholm’s many unfortunate beggars. She was perhaps 10 years older than my mother and I could practically hear her stomach growl from miles away. Since I never wear any cash, I took her with me and bought some grocery and hygenics for herself and her family. The gypsies situation is devastating, leaving them having to beg for survival. It’s not fair.


As we went to the nearest grocery shop people gave us the nastiest looks. Imagine a nasty look, yet surprised and a bit frightened at the same time. Yes, that’s the one! The cashier looked hesitant at first, but when I showed her my card she did her job and packed up the things for us. And during the whole thing people looked at us as if we were some kind of animals at a zoo. It reminded me of how people would look at me when I would bring in homeless people to Starbucks coffee during the winter while I studied in Oxford. I just wanted them to get away from the cold and all the snow, even if only for a few hours. The personnel weren’t too happy about this but I slammed the fact that they’re costumers in their faces so that they wouldn’t bother us.


The lady from today didn’t speak Swedish or English but she hugged and kissed me when we got out from the store. She didn’t have to thank me in a language; her eyes said everything when her tears streamed down her face. And it nearly broke my heart.


Something that really pissed me off though, was the fact that the same people, who had given us nasty looks in the store, started to smile and take pictures of us the minute she hugged me. I don’t know. I just think it’s fake of them. You don’t go around judging people and then take a picture of the deed for your facebook. Because I’m confident that these people will upload these pictures on facebook and say “Hey, look what I saw today!” It’s called looking out for one and other. You should try it sometime! I think it’s time Sweden starts to look out for its people. Because like it or not, Romania is as much of a member of EU as us. That means we have to take some responsibility.


This picture was taken in one of the many Medinas', Tunisia 2013. 

My Berlin food safari

Two weeks ago I spread my wings and flew to Berlin with my partner in crime, Ghettomandy. I don’t know if the city still exists, since we ate the whole place, but it was awesome. One thing I loved about Berlin was the diversity, the street art, the second hand (oh my goodness, the second hand) and of course the multicultural flavours of food. During my stay there I can’t remember eating typical German cousin except from the apfelstrudel and fruit I bought from Lidl, haha! I didn’t even eat a bratwurst or currywurst! Perhaps because sausage isn’t my cup of tea. Anyway, I ate American, Arab, Chinese, Italian, Jamaican, Japanese, Korean, Lebanese, Mexican, Turkish and Vietnamese.


Here’s my Berlin food safari:


After wandring through Berlin's high street (where nobody eats and only buy high fashion clothes), we finally found this sushi place! I can't remember the name of the restaurant but there were a lot of businessmen in suits there. We ordered the cutest plates with mini sushi and boy was it good! Top 2 sushi I've ever eaten to be honest. (Hi Sushi in London, Covent Garden, wins first place).

This Italian joint in Kreuzberg truly breathes Mafioso spirits. They only spoke Italian and we made sure to avoid any types of conflicts, since we didn’t want to end up swimming with the fishes in Dahme on our first night in Berlin. Haha, but they loved us! The owner even served us. Usually that only happens when I go out to eat with my father.


We went to the Turkish food market to… eat (obviously)! I had a Jordan kebab with falafel and grilled halloumi cheese. Need I say more? It’s mouth watering just writing about it. Afterwards we had some Tulumba Tatlısı for desert.
Shiso Burger in Mitte is a must visit restaurant if you ever go to Berlin. They have the cutest little burgers I’ve ever seen and with a Korean touch as well. I had the Chilli Lime Burger and twisted potatoes which were fried perfectly on a stick. Crunchy and delicious! 

It’s funny how I have so many fun memories from every Starbucks I’ve ever been to. I had my “Oxford Special” (Hot soymilk with caramel) and cheesecake. It cost me a fortune but it was worth it since I got myself a pair of good laughs. Haha, just look at that hot mess! Every time I order my Oxford Special at a Starbucks I’m not known at, they look at me like I’m some kind of a weirdo. Perhaps I am too since I seem to be the only one who don’t order coffee at Starbucks Coffee, but that’s not the point. However, my order became standard law during my studies in Oxford. It was like whenever I went there the cashier new exactly what to do. No questions needed. They just did what I asked them to and they made that Oxford special into pure perfection.  GB 1 - Berlin 0


This little hidden Vietnamese restaurant was hidden in a cellar we found on our way to the vintage & second hand store, Colours, in Kreuzberg. The service was amazingly warm and made us feel quite at home. And the food, oh my! I kind of regret that I didn’t order the roasted duck, but my lamb was pretty damn good too!


Before Berlin, I had never eaten a Dunkin’ Dounat in my entire life. After Berlin I had eaten a dounat from them twice! However, we only feasted there because we were practically dying of starvation. I still think Krispy Kream rocks DD’s socks off, but I ain’t complaining. DD practically saved our lives when we were lost, hungry and our feet were tired of all the walking. FYI, we ate at the DD at Brandenburg… you know the place which is famous for its gate and where Hitler held his famous speech… And oh, where they sell no food what so ever for the mortal ones who can’t afford their luxurious prices. Seriously! Brandenburg and I came off on a real bad start when I was hungry and it didn’t have anything to offer me. So… Now I kind of hate Brandenburg.


If you’re looking for a buzzing Korean restaurant with sizzling BBQ grills, Kimchi Princess in Kreuzberg is the place for you. We had our own personal chef coming to our table and grilling our food right before our eyes. This place almost robbed us blind. When Amanda saw the check she couldn’t stop talking about the €6 bottle of still water. STILL WATER! I on the other hand pointed out the obvious problem – the €42 check! And as that wasn’t enough, the waitress tipped herself leaving us having to pay €48! In my mind I was like “Wow, hold on bitch – my poor ass can’t afford that type of tipping”. But to be honest, it was worth the money. After all, it was our last supper in Berlin. 


 While heading through East Side Gallery, we snuck into a Jamaican backyard. I’ve never felt so little in my life. You have this huge city and just as you think you know the place, you start to realize that you’ve seen nothing yet. You never know what’s just around the corner in this city, haha! For example, never did I ever think I’d meet Collin Powell’s cousin and discuss politics and philosophy over a meal.  

One of the days a storm from hell decided to come by Berlin and say hello, so we had to take shelter at a Mexican restaurant just near by the four floor Humana Second Hand shop in Friedrichshain. The food was ok. I didn’t lick exactly lick my plate. That means it was pretty bad. However, they sell Moët Champagne as soda in a vending machine which is a bit weird.  


And of course we had some Apfelstrudel! What do I look like? A psycho? Who visits Berlin without tasting their Apfelstrudel? I can’t remember the name of this café, but it was somewhere in Kreuzburg near Colours. Anyway, I broke their toilet when I flushed… haha, I guess all of this work out has turned me into a part time Hulk. Don't mess with me or I'mma break your toilet too!


While Amanda had this for lunch on our last day, I had a döner kebab at Mustafa’s Gemüse Kebap (very popular). They made a huge dürüm for me. Even though it was good, it’s nothing compared to my dad’s kebab. He makes the best ones!

I think that was it really! 


So last week was my 21st birthday! I’m officially legal to drink in the United States now! Wow, what a thing! 21! But I can’t help but to think what my life would have been like if I was born in another country, during different circumstances. During oppression, where my honour and my entire family’s dignity would lie between my legs… I would probably have been married off with some older man, perhaps in my father’s age. And I would most likely be expecting a child right now, something I’m not ready for at the moment. Education would probably be out of the question. What a downer!


What I wanted to say in this post is that one shouldn’t take one’s life for granted. Do what’s important to you and be the change you want to see in the world. 



The book thief

Yesterday I took the train from Stockholm to hang out my kids. We went to the cinema and they decided that they wanted to see The book thief. At first I was a little afraid that they’d be too affected since it’s about WW2 and missing your home and family… But they really wanted to see it and I couldn’t break their hearts so I figured we could watch it. However, my heart was shattered to pieces by the end of the movie. And so was my girls’! But not in the way I feared, so... it’s ok!


The last thing you want to do is to remind your kids about their situation. You know, being away from home, all alone without any family members. 


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