Category Archives: Sevana Ohandjanian

The Berlin Chronicles: Everything In Its Right Place

There are these big, culminating moments in life.  You might not be aware of it happening at the time, but upon passive rumination, days, weeks or months later, these seconds become pivotal.  They connect the dots between every judgement and … Continue reading

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The Berlin Chronicles: Komm, Gib Mir Deine Hand

At 4am the music is still blaring from the red room upstairs, a few feet from Rosa-Luxembourg Platz train station.  As its exterior exudes crimson warmth to passers by on the street below, inside the heat is exhausting.  Sweat condenses … Continue reading

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The Berlin Chronicles: Time, Framed

The sun has been playing tricks with my mind.  It used to define my day, the stream hitting my eyelids through the bedroom window heralding the start, the slow fade to black opening the evening. I stepped into a time vortex a … Continue reading

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The Berlin Chronicles: It’s All Memory

I’m standing on the edge of a giant amphitheatre. The steps below my feet crowded with bodies, crammed in, shoulders pressed against one another, their faces barely visible in the evening darkness. Before us, a seething, teaming mass of bodies … Continue reading

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The Berlin Chronicles: Late Nights & Early Mornings

There’s a door in Kreuzberg across from a kebab shop.  With a filthy flickering lamp above it illuminating the number 133.  There’s no doorman, no signs, no feeling of sound being bolted in behind the door.  But if you open … Continue reading

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