East Side City Hotel
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... in Australia and even to 'celebrate' in the upcoming centenary. We chatted about the contrast in Germany, how it's still such a sore point and how the deaths of so many normal men in the German Army is not commemorated outside of local cemeteries in Germany, with many tens of thousands of their bodies still completely unrecovered on the Eastern Front, still lying where they fell. We as the victors take so much for granted, with our Commonwealth War Graves Commission allowed ...
Graffiti is everywhere in Berlin. Most is not just tagging but a work of art. Sides of buildings, the Berlin Wall, subway tunnels and rail cars, and even the back of a homeless man's wheelchair has been adorned with paint. Some see it as a destructive act but others see it as art. Some are very creative artists. See for ...
... The train stations was filled with fans, beer, and cheering.
The passenger we met was a young professor from Iowa who was touring Europe for three weeks. We had great conversations and loved hearing about his encounters along the way. We arrived in Berlin after a 4 hour train ride. We found our hotel after several underground trams were ...
... Tor (Brandenburg Gate). It was a grey day, and a bit chilly. I went on a walking tour, and received my first introduction to the very dark past of Germany. The story of Berlin is violent and deeply unsettling, and it left me feeling uneasy and on-edge for most of my time there. The destruction and despair that existed for so many years on the very streets I was walking down with my bouncy steps seemed to absorb my bounce, and slow my steps. The weight of history was ...
... It was designed and built by the Moors in a protective medina like formation. Translation, it is an incomprehensible maze of steep narrow cobblestone roads and alleyways, staircases, hidden courtyards and shady squares. Even with a map, it is near impossible to navigate. In fact, we don't have a map. Our directions are scrawled on the back of a crumpled ATM receipt. We emerge from the San Apollonia station and stare at the formidable task laid out before us. We have to wheel, haul and ...