Well, tomorrow morning I head out. Taking the 7:07 train to Regensburg, way down in Bavaria. Melanie is going to pick me up and I’ll be there until Saturday morning. There will be lots of “traditional Germany” happening there: beer houses, bratwurst, pastoral hills, ladies in the “St. Pauli Girl” outfit, you get the idea. I’m told it’s like a different planet compared to Berlin, and I have no doubt that that is true.
But best of all, it will be really great to see my true friend Melanie’s home state and to meet all these friends of hers I have been hearing about!
Meanwhile, I am sad to leave this amazing, vibrant, pulsating city. There is so much that I didn’t get to do here, like see all the great art museums here, visit the “Story of Berlin” history exhibit, go to the top of the angel in the Tiergarten, and don’t even get me started on how much more of the nightlife I still want to see.
But still, I did a lot. Highlights that I haven’t written about elsewhere include:
Checkpoint Charlie, a checkpoint between the US and Russian zones, and later the most important crossing in the Berlin wall, where US and Russian tanks had a historic faceoff at the beginning of the Cold War.
The Brandenburg Gate, a several-hundred-year-old symbol of German unity — and triumph — that was made inaccessible to all by the Berlin Wall death zone that East Germany set up.
The Arkadenplatz Market, easily the best flea market I’ve ever been to. One of the coolest stands was this guy with all these DDR (East Germany) relics. He had pins with slogans on them, old DDR flags, and similar stuff. He had been in the East before the wall came down and told us about the role of flags there. On Independence Day or whatever the national holiday was called there, everyone was supposed to put out a flag. Each apartment building had one or two designated people who would go around to all the people in the building and make sure they were going to hang up their flag. But the guy hosting this stand said he never put one up. He said that if you didn’t do it 2 or 3 years in a row, they would come and talk to you and ask if everything is okay, etc. Yuck.
The Tacheles art center, which was a ruined building after the war that was “taken over” by artists and made into studios while leaving the bombed-out structure essentially the same. From afar, it still looks like a ruin. Man, they hate Bush over here! There was this huge stairwell there and the bottom portion was COVERED in anti-Bush posters. There are even movements to get him un-selected, despite the fact that they can’t vote or give money over here. My favorite poster showed Bush and read, “Ich Bin Kein Berliner.” Special Berlin party favor goes to the first person who gets the reference there.