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.

July to July // Update October

114/365 - into the rain

Although I chose the raindrops picture to open this post (because it's my favourite from this month), October was everything but rainy or grey. It was a real golden October here in Berlin, almost to warm for this kind of month. For my 365pictures project this month was therefor a very easy-going one. With all these beauties lying in the streets, you can imagine, I needed not search for a picture very long. And I developped a kind of autumn leaves obsession...

Hope you enjoy, and have a wonderful November!

113/365 - dead leaf

108/365 - Martin-Gropius-Bau

102/365 - the days are getting shorter

94/365 - autumn

115/365 - room with a view

121/365 - Monolith

100/365 - colours in the rain

96/365 - the leaves are falling

97/365 - Panta rhei

111/365 - a Sunday stroll through Berlin

118/365 - winter is coming

119/365 - sunset

The whole album is on Flickr: click
And here are the
part of the project so far.

the transformation of things

In the west of Berlin, amidst the Grunewald is the Teufelsberg, a man-made mountain. Or rather women-made, since it were the Trümmerfrauen (literally translated ruins women), who piled up the debris of post-World War II Berlin up to a 120 m high mountain. And on top of this mountain there is a relict of another war: a now abandoned listening station that was built by the British and the Americans in the Cold War.

Today this place is slowly decaying. But it's not abandoned. You can book tours and visit it. And there are some artists living and working there, too. I didn't see many people while visiting, but every now and then I heard the sound of a spray, creaky music from a radio transistor or the sound of a hammer.

The acoustics in the radar dome on top of the tower, that was once made to hear everything that was transmitted as far as to Moscow, is overwhelming. Every word whirls like thunder inside the dome. When I visited this place there was a guitar player sitting in the middle of the dome, under two impressive larger-than-life figures of a street artist, humming and playing his guitar absorbed in his music. A somehow surreal scene over the roofs of Berlin in a place that was once strictly forbidden to the people.

 It has a strangely calming, almost soothing atmosphere, this transformed place.

I booked this tour via go2know - they organise phototours in lost places, and they do a fantastic job! Thank you, guys!