My Worst Nightmare: Tal, Israel

February‘s theme for Voices of Berlin is My Worst Nightmare.   Tal, Israel   “My worst nightmare is being on a plane, crashing in the middle of the ocean and surviving, being alone in the middle of the ocean. Not finding your way out, just being there. Time goes by, and I’m just there with nothing to do except float. If you’re crashing and you’re dead, you’re dead it’s over but if you survive, it’s just now it’s just existing. I don’t even mean the sharks and things happening and the big waves and stones, sure that’s scary, but mainly the loneliness of just floating in the middle of the ocean, not knowing where you are or if anyone will ever come.”   Voices of Berlin is Berlin Untelevised‘s monthly Lives project. This project is to show the connection behind real lives within this both crazy and wonderful city by asking it’s many residents one question or theme...

My Worst Nightmare: Joe, Britain

February‘s theme for Voices of Berlin is My Worst Nightmare.   Joe, Britain “I had a recurring nightmare when I was a kid. It was that I was falling down a bottomless hole and being chased by a giant leaf. I used to call out in my sleep “I’m afraid of the giant leaf! I’m afraid of the giant leaf!” And I was, I was terrified I used to wake up in a cold sweat and crying, but I was young you know, 8, 9, 10 maybe. I’m not sure there’s not much meaning you can put on that, maybe it was a premonition about an environmental disaster? But I don’t like interpreting dreams.”   Voices of Berlin is Berlin Untelevised‘s monthly Lives project. This project is to show the connection behind real lives within this both crazy and wonderful city by asking it’s many residents one question or theme a month. Our ultimate goal is to curate...

My Worst Nightmare: Mary, Ireland

Voices of Berlin is Berlin Untelevised‘s monthly Lives project. This project is to show the connection behind real lives within this both crazy and wonderful city by asking it’s many residents one question a month. Our ultimate goal is to curate a collection of accounts on many topics, ending each month with an abstract poem created through that month’s selection of responses and, thus, transform Berlin into a poet.  February‘s theme is My Worst Nightmare.   Mary, Ireland “So I had this recurring nightmare as a child. My dad was always really into music but it was always my mum that took me to this concert in my dream… which is weird cause it was always my dad that did that kind of stuff. She knew the band so we would go backstage and we got separated somehow, they would take me into one room and take her into another room. Then, I would come back into this...

“My Arms Are Weak” – Karen Byk Almendra

L. told me that many years ago and now I cannot lift the cardboard moving boxes. I do the same thing with you: I’m six years old again and I trust a man who explains that I’m a sweet girl. My girlfriends love each other. They kiss and they hug in decadent places and we don’t care that the roof is dripping or that people are throwing up all around us.   L., for example, assured me that she knows me for real, that I don’t need to seduce her. I believe her because all men want to save me when I have nightmares but none of them think that my poems are good. It’s different with L., I call her when I leave your place, she cries on my shoulder while I kiss her through her hair.   We know each other for real, so much that we can...