Silvester 2014

I fucking hate New Years Even in Berlin (or Silvester as the locals call it)

From 5pm December 31st until the next morning its just non-stop explosions and fireworks all over the city. Hate hate hate it.

Last year Papa took me for a walk on the Silvester evening to show me that I don't need to be afraid of anything - and a firework exploded under me. Not this year...I said 'Don't you fucking dare make me go outside today!' So they let me stay inside.

But I was so anxious. Pacing through the house and my heart beating uncontrollably fast. I had to have a chamomile tea.

The tea helped a bit, but not enough. I also had a 'thunder jacket' on, but that doesn't do shit.

It then didn't help that Mama and Papa fucked off for the rest of the night to go and party without me. I felt so vulnerable.

I spent the night by myself, scared shitless and unable to rest. It was horrible. 

They finally came home, in some wee morning hour. I was so happy to see them and hugged them with such relief.

The next day, Papa and I went for a walk to survey the damage to the city.

These Berliners are animals at this time of year. So much rubbish. Unbelievable.

I was still feeling nervous and there were still fireworks and bombs going off somewhere in our neighbourhood. It's so unsettling for me.

Uncharacteristically for me I really couldn't stand being out and about today and begged to go home. Hopefully these animals run out of their explosives soon and things can get back to normal.

I hate Silvester. I'm glad its over for another year.