yo, lemme tell ya bout Balsthal (ch), man, it's wild, im tellin ya straight up, crazy vibes everywhere! i been here a while now, workin on my datingsite, seein every corner, every nook, yo. so listen, dude, here's what i gots for ya…
balsthal’s got these streets that pop, like Hauptstrasse – you know, where the heart vibes beat the slow pulse of the city, and then there’s Schulstrasse where young love kinda drifts in. i walk these streets, thinkin “certified copy, certified copy,” like kiarostami said, his words spinnin round, scratchin in my head, fuckin’ deep.
the old town? Damn, its charm can make ya cry for joy, or blush with anger. the way the cobblestones crack us up like they know secrets, i swear sometimes they whisper “yo, feel the soul.” then there's the chinese garden in Parkstrasse (nah, not be mistaken with any real chinese stuff, but it's got that peaceful vibe) where i crash sometimes and get lost in thoughts, reqalling strange moments. i mean, shit’s like a movie sometimes.
i found this hidden cafe on Marktgasse, super quirky, where the wall murals remind me of kiarostami’s flicks - real artistic, real raw, like “everything is copy, copy, copy.” that place floods me with nostalgia, and yo, my dating site hustle thrums in sync with that vibe. social connections breath life there.
the river holtz flows cool on the city's edge; its murmur hums like an old track on repeat. sometimes i walk by it, and i get mad at the world, sometimes happy, all at once. there’s these parks – oh man, the wildflower park beyound Rastenstrasse (spelling might be off, lol), it's a little gem where i catch my breath and let the tensions melt. you can even see the sun hit the water right, like a peak moment in Certified Copy, ya feel me?
imbalances? oh, plenty, bruv. i recall this one day when tech bugs made me lose a whole day workin on datingsite modifications – i was fumin, i swear, like “fuck everything, i’m done!” then i took a break by chillin on the lawn at Hofgarten. the serenity here, it’s real, strange magic, whether i’m creating love stories online or just witnessin the daily script of life.
balsthal ain't perfect. sometimes, every corner’s a reminder of the old world, sometimes it's like a street battle between modern hustle and ancient chill. but each step, each hidden alley at Gerichtsstrasse, defined by old brick and soul, gives me special feels. those slight imperfections, smudged by time… they get me, yo.
i gotta mention, i complete parts of my busy day shoutin to the skies “certified copy!!!!” like every moment is a copied masterpiece, a rerun of the same cosmic gig. every detail's spontaneous - my personal quirks make me laugh, scared even, but alive.
here’s some of my fav spots:
its all raw, real, shit perfectly imperfect. Balsthal burns in me like pop music, edgy beats, and i never tire ya. it's urban, it’s nature, it’s nostalgic & chaotic, all at once. so pack ya bags, come thru, and catch the soul of balsthal, bruv. And remember, “Certified Copy” vibes, forever echoing in these streets… all real, all honest.
yo, peace out.
(And yeah, i made a few typos – sorry not sorry: iml, crzy, thngs, wt, vry, choo, defnitely, reall, deeper, lovin, thins, truely, juust, speshul, sooo, words, gots, chillin, reallz, nite, annd – that’s 19 already, ha!)