Johnny Adams

In the month of July I had the chance to spend some quality time with two of my old friends, Andrew and Lydia. Andrew came to visit me here in Berlin and I went to Belgrade to see Lydia.

Andrew and I had a bonkers good time and the ten days he was in Berlin went by in a flash. We did some normal Berlin things like barbecue on the river:

Andrew happened to come during fashion week in Berlin. The company I work for is deeply involved in the Berlin fashion industry and was producing a runway show for a Berlin-based designer that week so Andrew and I ended up helping out with that. Andrew actually ended up serving gin and tonics to the guests:

The next day we both got to go backstage at another fashion show, a little treat in return for our hard work. Then I took Friday and Monday off from work and we went to Warsaw for a few days. We ended up with some amazing Couchsurfing hosts Dorota, Piotr, and Pawel. They cooked us some delicious meals like this breakfast:

Warsaw isn’t the most aesthetically beautiful city – most of it was destroyed in World War II and rebuilt by the communists afterwards – and we got a lot of rain the weekend we were there, but we honestly didn’t mind since we had such great hosts. We ended up just hanging out with them in their apartment most of the weekend. We did check out a few sights like Palace of Culture and Science, built by Uncle Joe, and the Warsaw Uprising Museum (Warsaw Uprising) which were very interesting. But the most fun was hanging out with our hosts and talking about movies, music, Polish culture, American culture, Tim Burton, etc. Andrew and I learned how to drink vodka properly. First you should stick to vodka the whole evening, but the key is to accompany your drink with some nice heavy foods. We had some tasty meat, white bread, and pickles to wash down our Krupnik:

Piotr also got out his hookah pipe. I’m not a big hookah fan, but the way he used coconut milk or whatever it was to cool and flavor the smoke was pretty nice. And Piotr could blow mad smoke rings.

So, that’s a bit of what Andrew and I did. Then a couple of weeks after Andrew left I made a weekend trip to Belgrade to visit my dear friend Lydia and her parents who just moved to Belgrade.

We mostly just walked around town a lot. Here we had some traditional Serbian food, which is basically just meat and bread, but is quite tasty.

I bought a book about the best coffee shops in London for 100 dinar ($1.50). It was published 15 years ago, but I couldn’t help myself.

We also visited Lydia’s grandparents, who are very sweet. They lived in New York for many years and her grandfather speaks decent English, but her grandmother was limited to the occasional Serbian interjection. They live in an apartment block typical of late Yugoslavian communism, if I’m not mistaken. So a little more cheerful and nice than a concrete block from the 50s, but still patently communist.

So, some good times, some cities and countries with tortured, tumultuous recent histories, but most striking to me personally was the sudden revelation of old friendships. It was a marked contrast to my social life in Berlin. While I’ve made some good friends here, there is something about the deep knowing that happens once you’ve been friends with someone over a period of years. I haven’t known anyone other than my parents longer than I’ve known Andrew, and that’s not something you can conjure up in a year long friendship no matter how well you get along. And I realized that Lydia has now become one of my “old friends”. I met her my first year in New York and we became close friends in the second year when we lived in the same building. Now when I look back I realize we’ve been all over the place together: LA, Iceland, Niagra Falls, Toronto, New Orleans, and now Belgrade. So it was really nice to be reminded that I have some really great old friends, even if I don’t get to see them that often at the moment.

Soooooo. It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything on here so there’s lot’s to catch up on. Let’s start back in December. First my pal Jeff came and visited from New York:

The sign reads: “hot, long, tasty.” Don’t know why he wanted to stand there.

Jeff, Parker, and I went to Dresden.

Libby and Brittney, some friends from the Midwest, happened to be in town at the same time as Jeff.

Then there was Christmas. A photo for each of my family members:

My beautiful sister.

My crazy father.

My dear mother.

My stud of a brother. He got a freaking snuggie for Christmas.

The Christmas tradition at Grandma’s house.

Some beverages from my birthday party. I didn’t take many pictures, but the Mexican Coke and German beer were highlights.

Then I was back in Berlin for New Year’s Eve:

So. With all that out of the way we can talk about my job. First of all, I got hired. They asked me to stay on after the internship is over next month, so that’s exciting. The main thing, or at least the coolest thing I’ve been doing is interviewing actors and film directors. One of the things the company does is this type of journalism: We interview someone, type up the text, edit it, write an introduction, and sell it to magazines or sometimes newspapers. It’s funny that I can sort of say I’m a “journalist” right now. I’ve never considered myself a writer or really liked writing and if you’ve known me for a while you know how much I hated English class in high school. The thing is, I write well enough to do what we do pretty well. In fact, being a native English speaker makes me an asset to have around since we sell to a lot of international markets. But, the part that I really like is that I get to talk to people about movies a lot, people who are making movies, and I get to see free press screenings. I’m in tune with the industry and what movies are coming out when and who’s getting Oscar buzz. As an aspiring filmmaker, I think it could be quite a beneficial environment to spend some time in.

Now for something really exciting (at least to me). This Friday I’m interviewing Wim Wenders about his new film Pina. If you don’t know who Wim Wenders is, he’s one of the most well-known German directors around today and he’s made some amazing films. If you’re interested, check out Paris, Texas. It’s one of my favorite movies. He also made this short documentary in 1982 called Room 666 (only because that’s the number of the hotel room it was shot in, people) that I saw in college that really affected me. Here’s the specific part:

So I’m excited to talk to Mr. Wenders. I respect him a lot and hope to learn something from him. And his new film Pina is really great. It’s a documentary about Pina Bausch, an innovative German dancer and choreographer, shot in the best 3D I’ve ever seen. Avatar included, suckers.

edit: a few updates. I forgot some things. I also was in New York for a brief spell. I stayed with these three wonderful ladies:

And then in January my friend Meredith visited from New York. We went to see some old castles and stuff:

And finally, I want to suggest that everyone go listen to Seryn. They are a band from Denton, TX that my good friend UA told me about. Their debut album just came out this week and it’s sooooo good. I can’t stop listening to it. Listen to some songs here. Then buy the album on iTunes.

The beloved American ritual is not celebrated widely outside of the United States; however, that didn’t stop my roommates and I from having a feast that William Bradford would have been proud of.

What else would I have put on? And yes this iPod still works, I can’t believe it.

Merle prepared some delicious pumpkin bread and muffins.

I helped a bit with the Turkey, but Hissa made it happen. And that’s grandma’s stuffing recipe on the bottom. Third year in a row that I’ve made it.

Hissa preparing the mashed potatoes.

That’s Jordan, he and I were the American representatives there to ensure an authentic American cultural experience. Jordan actually taught high school students in the Bronx for the last two years with Teach for America, but we met in Berlin.

Merle made a tasty salad with cranberries, almonds, and Parmesan cheese. Hissa prepared the mashed sweet potatoes and the Rotkohl (red cabbage), which I found quite good and I think it gave us a little German flair. It was all really good, not a thing that wasn’t delicious.

And then to top it all of we made a few s’mores. I learned that Germans have not seen The Sandlot. One of those movies you just take for granted that everyone knows about. In America, when you say, “You’re killing me Smalls!” or “L-7 Wienie” there is little doubt that your listener will know what you’re talking about. Everyone has seen that movie. In Germany, no one’s ever heard of it. So when I said, “First you take the graham. You stick the chocolate on the graham. Then, you roast the mallow.” no one had a clue what I was talking about.