Coming from a city in the midst of a rebuild, we were interested to see how our next stop was looking 30-and-80-odd years down the track. We took great heart from their example; when you’re remaking a city it is obviously normal to take large amounts of time, thought, debate and dollars. That they still have points of heated debate and empty swathes of land puts Christchurch’s progress into perspective: We aren’t doing too badly.
Our accommodation was perfectly sited for a fleeting visit (200 metres from the main doors of Berlin Hauptbahnhof, the largest railway station in Europe).
Looking over Europaplatz from our fifth floor room, Farm Girl asked why Berlin was bombed during the war. She expanded that to her it didn’t make sense that the “Germans” had bombed themselves. The realisation that the damage to Berlin was caused by the Allies shook her little world; “goodies” and “baddies” suddenly became a massive grey area for her; Just as it should be, if you ask us.
We employed our usual tour guide.
Ever wonder where all those ancient buses you can charter for next to nothing go when they are deemed unfit? Our pick is they’re bought by the Berlin City Tour company. Despite the aged fleet, the tour was as good as ever at showing off the city highlights.
The wall was fascinating; In some places shrieking statements at full volume
and in others…
it’s just another wall.
For us and, gauging by the speil on the buses, most other tourists, Berlin has two historic big deals: World War II and the fact that it was head office for Nazism, and the Berlin Wall. Berlin is at pains to tell you it is a very liberal, open-minded city pointing out the famous Bruderkuss and never-ending list of embassy buildings as firm evidence. It’s certainly hip and trendy and full of buzz, but we found it a little less tolerant towards us. Whilst it is a city happy to embrace and even celebrate diversity of religion, sexuality, gender, lifestyle, and general entertainment, it came as no great surprise to us that it has more single occupant dwellings than any other European city. In Berlin, everyone is an individual and families…well, they just clutter up the footpaths and take too long at the cash register. Berlin taught us the art of passive aggressive tipping; the ruder you were about our need to order six sandwiches, the more you swore about us (some words are international), the more you rolled your eyes, sighed, grumbled, or bitched: the more we tipped. It was worth it to see you squirm, blush and splutter your ineffectual thanks; Shout Out to Ben at Einstein Koffee in the Haupbahnhoff.
But enough of that. In all all, we found Berlin both beautiful and unnerving. Seeing those landmarks so familiar from history lessons was surreal but the jumble of consumerist decadence, blood-chilling history, beautiful park land, rubble-strewn sections, guilded statues, awesome sculptures, sparkly windows, classical lines, minimalist, ornate, hip and trendy, and traditional was energizing and exciting.
We chose to spend a large chunk of our time at the DDR Museum and were really glad we did. Seeing just what “normal” looked like on that side of the wall was a bizarre experience.
We also visited The Memorial to the Murdered Jews, a life-changing experience. I am ashamed I could not make it past the very first exhibit, feeling I owed it to the people who were subjected to this horror to face up to its evidence and outcome. I simply couldn’t.
It has taken me a long time to finish this blog and, even with all that time, it is still a disjointed, confusing, contradictory effort.
A bit like Berlin itself.