My first memory of the fallen wall is a drive to Berlin with my parents, all excited and in high spirits, but then the memory blurs again as it is with childhood memories, only hot spots of the past. My next real encounter with this part of history was years later in India. Someone learned that I was from Germany and told me he remembered very clearly when his whole village sat together before a TV watching the live news from Berlin not knowing what would come of it. This was the first time I really realised how big and at the same time small this world really is - how we are all here together.
Last weekend in Berlin was special. Very.
When I opened my pictures after this weekend, at first I was disappointed since I had had other expectations. But looking through them, bit by bit, I realised they were exactly what I felt and saw. Surreal, colourful, emotional, blurred.