“ I took the Ferry from Patras to Venice. I had to sleep outside on the deck because of my dog. I slept a bit, under a table, but they (a group of Bikers) would slam their beers on the table and I was like, ‘Good Morning!’

At one point there was a storm so I was hiding inside and luckily I made friends with one of the guys who worked on the boat whose name was Nicos and he let me sleep in some type of emergency exit room. So I slept there for a couple of hours. Then I went from Venice to Verona on a train. I didn’t have a ticket but my train came so I jumped on it and said to the (ticket man) I need to buy a ticket and he said fine I’m coming. I sat there for one, two, three, four, five hours and the guy didn’t come back then I saw him getting off the train and a new controller getting on. The second controller came and I was thinking, right I know I look like the kind of person who doesn’t buy a ticket, so I took out my purse and she was like ‘you’ve already been on the train right? and she walked right passed me and then for two hours I was super nervous that she would come back and ask to see my ticket anyway. But she didn’t. Then I got to Munich and to Friesing and then to Regensburg. I’m going to Berlin.

If you go and have time to visit there is an old abandoned amusemant park in what was East Berlin, with statues of dinosaurs and they make tours through the park. When I was there I had the most freaky déjà vu that I’ve ever had. I passed by the entance gate and there is a little house, round, shaped out of wood, where an old lady would sit and sell you a ticket and then you have to go through one of those gates that turns but you can only go in, not out, and when I stood in front of it somehow I could hear the music of the things and the clicking of the gates and hear the kids screaming, for two seconds it was amazing, I’ve never had this experience before.
I work with crazy people. In a place for people that runaway from Psychiatric institutions. People with mental health issues. Some people are more crazy, some are less. Some will throw all the square things they find into the pond in front of the house and some will throw all the toilet brushes in the trees. I don’t know if I am going to work there anymore or not. I’ve been there three years. It’s stressful. People do really wierd things, like for example, people throw away the coffee machine because they think it is possessed by something. I was quite impressed the first two or three times, it’s a big machine, but also these people have nothing to do with one another and so it’s very strange that it’s a recurring thing! Also what I call THE ALUHUTFRAKTION, the people who think that when we are sleeping NASA comes and puts satellites under our skin. The party of the Aluminium Hats. Because if you wear an aluminium hat you wont get spied on by the satellites. Once as a goodbye present I was offered an aluminium hat!

It's a small organisation. It’s in one of the most posh and rich parts of Berlin, a northern suburb, and everybody hates us. There is one patient that every Saturday at 6am exactly will come and try and steal some food and laundry and then run away and run around the streets shouting ‘GESTAPO, GESTAPO, YOU ARE ALL FROM THE GESTAPO’ and all the neighbours are out of their windows going ‘GET YOUR CRAZY PEOPLE BACK INSIDE! WE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP.’

Another guy would always bring flowers. I really liked this guy. He was constantly talking in a rough Berlin accent, and constantly listening to Abba on speakers, the same five songs. We kept saying why don’t you use headphones? And he would say it’s not the same experience, he had to listen on these shitty blue tooths peakers. He was there for 6 months and I can’t listen to Abba to this day. But I always thought bringing flowers was nice then one day I walked adifferent way from the train station to work and I saw that all the flowers in the gardens of the rich people were ripped out… (laughs)”