Stepping off the plane in Berlin, collecting luggage, I am glad for the rail system that will take me into the big apple of Europe. Berlin is covered in graffiti. Art reflects life and right now Berlin is celebrating the fall of the wall in 1989.
Dinah tells me about the Wall and where it was before the fall and we drive along the fault line from West to East to get from the main train station to her house.
Colorful and imaginative displays at every stop on the north-eastern section where I visit friends off Schönhauser Allee. I wake up disoriented after so many different places in one week. Sparkling sound of children laughing, completely fluent in German, English and Czech. Amazing.
I could live here in this vibrant energy but comfortable yet easy to navigate city.
Berlin is having a celebration of the fall of the wall in their city. I strangely miss it all because of the activities I attended all weekend, yoga at sun studio, where I found an Ashtanga based form of bikram in a hot room! Super! I will definitely be back for more.
Somehow between catching up with friends, working and an evening out somehow missed all the celebration of the the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall, except sitting at a cafe I heard a parade several blocks away.
People died, 136 trying to cross on foot. I remember a friend in high school from East Germany and wonder how it felt to think of what exists today in America as freedom. I am returning here to find what I cannot there.
Residents remember the fall of the wall 20 years ago as politicians from around the world arrive to join in the celebrations. Events to mark the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall will range from solemn reflection to high kitsch celebration.
Memorials are planned for the 136 people who died when they tried to cross the border while – in an event reminiscent of International It’s a Knockout – 1,000 foam dominoes placed along the wall\’s route will be tipped over. Dancers dressed as angels will descend from prominent buildings
At around 2pm, Angela Merkel, the first German leader to grow up in the communist east, will cross the Bornholmer Street bridge, where the first border post opened on the evening of 9 November 1989.
She will be accompanied by the former Soviet president Michael Gorbachev and Poland’s former opposition leader and ex-president Lech Walesa.
Dinah tells me about the Wall and where it was before the fall and we drive along the fault line from West to East to get to the main train station from her house.
People died, 136 trying to cross on foot. I remember a friend in high school from East Germany and wonder how it felt to think of what exists today in America as freedom. I am returning here to find what I cannot there.
