Italy is mine

George Rae, a Southern like me, but from England, attended Morrissey's concert in Berlin and - as me and two other people from Germany and Poland - spent the night before at the Zitadelle: it was nice to meet him in person because I like the videos he makes and shares on YouTube. Morrissey publicly thanked him during the concert: a nice gesture of gratitude that did not surprise me, for I know very well how Morrissey is genuinely grateful to the people who love his art. Thus,

Overwhelmed by the truly good vibes of Tuesday's concert, and very busy visiting Berlin yesterday, I start to write this article during another long travel by train - happily, this time it is a direct traject without connections to take. Another stunning concert by Morrissey, the only, real Wordsmith of the Soul. Above: detail of a picture I took during I know it's over, from Morrissey's earlier repertoire with his late band, The Smiths. Below, another photo taken by me durin

After spending another lovely day in Berlin (a very rainy Monday, after a sunny Sunday) this evening I went to the Zitadelle in order to check the venue and now I am staying here for the night. Why? Because the place is quiet and charming, despite the mosquitos sticking to my fingers and trying to get to my neck (no, thanks, tiny Draculas: I do not want your kisses) and the crickets are so chatty that I wish I could join their conversation: they certainly have a lot of intere