Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Berlin, tragically and underservedly delayed

As some of you know, I've wanted to go to Berlin forever.  Since high school, at least, when I first learned about the Cold War and the split city, and wondered how such a thing could be possible and how a city could ever come back from that.  Berlin fascinated me, and then everyone kept talking about how much they loved Berlin and what a fantastic city it was.  So, faced with a shorter-than-expected Easter break and the inability to travel far, we jumped upon the opportunity (and round-trip-to-the-west bargain price train ticket) and took the night train into Berlin.  The train was painless, and we arrived to the shiny and clean train station at 8 am on (Good) Friday morning and headed to our hostel, where we ditched our bags and headed out to sightsee.  The first stop was museum island, where we did not actually visit any museums, but did visit the giant Berlin cathedral, which was beautiful both inside and out.
From there we headed toward the former wall zone, stopping in many little souvenir shops along the way.  I took a photo with a giant Steiff bear, remembering the little one I have at home that I got as a baby.

Finally we arrived at the Brandenburg gate, complete with one million fellow tourists and the requisite living statues and vendors.

From there we continued into former West Berlin and ate a currywurst, which was both strange and delicious (basically a frankfurter covered in spicy, homemade ketchup and curry powder, served with fries and a tiny fork for spearing).  Refreshed, we continued to the Reichstag, found signs on it in both Hungarian and Polish (I didn't realize I was reading Hungarian for a line or so, which I was very excited about), and chilled for a bit on the lawn with many hippies playing frisbee.

Nearby is the monument to the holocaust, which consists of a series of dark gray blocks of varying heights spread across an area the size of a large parking lot.  While I imagine it is rather eerie and moving at dusk, or in the winter, on this glorious early April day the blocks were covered in kids leaping from one to the other, picnic-ing tourists, and teenagers sunbathing and making out.  Lyla and I felt a bit squicky about the whole situation, and headed on.


From there we continued on our sight-seeing day of justice, passing along the former path of the wall, eating pistachio ice cream, and wound up at Checkpoint Charlie.  We went into the museum, which was interesting and contained many personal-level accounts, but which was also INSANELY crowded and could certainly benefit from staggered ticket sales.  So we stayed there as long as we could handle it without breaking into agoraphobic fits, and then wandered back to the hostel.

On the way home, we passed many interesting buildings, new smashed up onto old, pieces of street art, tiny galleries, cute cafes, esoteric museums, and the like.  Berlin is certainly a lively city and an interesting one, and I know I could have spent weeks and weeks there and not done everything.  Which is exciting, because I have a reason to go back.

We made it back to the hostel, relaxed for a bit, and headed out for a dinner of Pelmeni (delicious little Russian dumplings that we fell in love with in the Baltics last summer) that wouldn't have disappointed even Pelmeni bear, and then enjoyed some night life.  I drank something on fire.  I need not continue my description of the evening.

We woke up the next morning and ate a lovely leisurely breakfast in the hostel before heading out for Western Berlin.  None of the shops or markets were open Friday due to it being a religious feast day, so we first headed to the artist market on the museum island, where I bought a series of street-art prints featuring rats, Lyla bought lucite jewelry, and we would have bought seven hundred other things if not deterred by the staggering Euro.  We wandered a bit more, and came across some more lovely buildings.  You can tell that Berlin once had money and now has it again.

We then wandered over to the Sony Center, which has a very cool roof but little else.

From there we headed to downtown Western Berlin, crossing a little river and wandering many beautiful neighborhoods.  The downtown was very commercial and also very crowded with everyone doing the shopping they had been unable to do the day before.  One particularly cool feature is the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, which got quite destroyed in the war.  Rather than rebuild it as it was, they did so with a giant modern tower.  It's very striking, to say the least.

After another long day, we bought some groceries and headed to our friend Margaret's house in a different part of East Berlin.  Many of the apartment buildings had murals on them, which was fun.  She took us out to a cool little restaurant nearby where I had some awesome garlicky bread dish.  We went to bed early, tired.

I woke up early and went to Easter mass, along with twelve other people, all easily over 70 in an old, cold church.  It was one of the saddest church-going experiences of my life.  Then we had brunch with Margaret's friends, which was awesome... apparently Berliners will sit all day long on Sunday and eat brunch and chat, because the food available changes from breakfast food to lunch and dinner food as the day goes on.  It was the most impressive brunch ever, and Lyla and I wondered how, if the Berliners are such champions in the world of brunch, the Hungarians we know can be so baffled by the concept.  From there we went to the zoo, where giant water rats moved around their enclosure en masse, squeaking, swimming, and shaking dry in an eerie unison.  All the raptors feasted on piles of dead chicks, a bit traumatizing on Easter for sure, but Knut's playful antics cheered us.  It was a huge zoo, complete with a small aquarium, and we spent the rest of the day there.

On the way home we stopped in Alexander Platz to admire the intense communist architecture and poke around the open-air market. 

We also misjudged the distance, and wound up walking home for what seemed like forever along the massive Karl Marx Allee, wondering at what the world would have looked like had the Communists been more successful, and marveling at the incredible infrastructure available for bikers.

 The last day we headed into the old town, which actually looks like the rest of Germany.

We also visited the Museum of the GDR, full of kitsch from the former East Berlin/Germany.  We perused old catalogs, visited a reconstructed apartment, and felt tacky seventies-style clothing and housewares.  It was fun, but very topical.  More emotional was a visit to the East Side Gallery, and kilometer-and-a-half long stretch of the Berlin wall along the river, now painted by various artists.  It was raining, grey, and dreary.  Some of the paintings were hopeful, others less so.  It was a good last stop before we headed to catch our night train back.  I'll be back to Berlin, no doubt about that.

2 comments:

CGI Johnny said...

I love Berlin! When Val and I went there, there was a protest going on! It was great. Also, if you wouldn't mind could you email us about your Hungarian teacher that you had in Budapest? We've heard amazing things about your Hungarian from Franny. please email us. vosbourn@unm.edu

Anonymous said...

Hi baby sorry I did not read this before you got home but promise I will be more up to date Love grandma XO