COUCHSURFING EXPERIENCE Stockholm, Athens, Riga, Dresden, Kuala Lumpur and Singapore, Fermata Metro Cipro: lol!

Music? From Mozart till Coltrane and beyond (if possible) :). I'm a RHCP fan. Once upon a time it was a sunny day and I stepped onto a cd of Django Reinhardt (it doesn't happen casually in Berlin): lot of things are gonna change under this sky+Ligeti, Strauss (R.), Strauss (J.) and the magic trip into the philosophy of human sickness [or just another way back "home", like Novalis wrote?]+Kundera is my aftershower+And the old oblivion-island will come to live and sweat and forget everything+Nazim Hikmet wanders around with torches of words+Finished Canetti, I'll miss him and Thomas Marek+Berlin becomes grey again, sometimes I cannot see the TV-Tower, only its lights on the blank paper of that famous sky. So I move towards the place where the sun comes up and try to forget the beginning of the winter+Probably we don't need many books; probably Sofokles is very enough; maybe just a play of him, or just a verse+Aleph+Ulysses, man of many paths, be the light on the way+Wu Ming is kinda happiness for freedom or depression before revolution+Moving, movin' like the stinky Wind from the West+A prayer for Jorge Luis Borges which will echoes in the eternity like circles on calm water+Carlo Emilio Gadda, be the epigraph of my nevrosis+Under the big tree behind the house, there in Macondo, I met the old Gypsy who gave me a paper, filled up of dusty words... like these same words of mine sofar: bless Gabriel Garcia Marquez+And Underground I've seen Kusturica shooting the story of one of my minutes as unknown Man of Constant Sorrow+[This stupid text is getting stronger than me]