Things have changed a wee bit since my last post.
I no longer live in England. I no longer work at a bed and breakfast, or at the hotel down the road.
I’m in Edinburgh! And going to get a job and live here for a spell. But that is for another post. This post is commemorate the past week, which was the first ever Andrea and Aasa Are Together In Europe extravaganza.
I went to Berlin for a week, and it was marvelous.
Andrea knows every kick ass corner of her city, and took me to a different area almost every day, when she wasn’t working. These pics are of some derelict buildings that were taken over by artists, and are now completely covered in graffitti art and instalations.
Also, (obviously) we saw the wall.
Berlin is full of shops with handmade funky-as-hell goods, cafes and bars and food of every kind. It’s also very, very flat, which I appreciated after the hilly likes of Lisbon.
I also visited, for the first time, a Nazi concentration camp: Sachsenhausen, just outside the city.
I’m sure there aren’t words to describe a concentration camp, so I won’t try to find them. I do think, though, that anyone who travels should visit at least one, at least once, sometime in their lives.
My generation forgets, I think, how recent the Holocaust is in the scheme of history. You’re reminded, walking through those modern buildings, with motifs on the floor and tiles on the walls that look like any old hospital you might have been in, that smell like any old farm house you might walk into, that those atrocities aren’t so far away.
To lighten the tone, I’ll leave you with this: Andrea works at a hostel in Berlin, and they have a very specific policy in the bar:
Everywhere I go, it seems, people love to hate Bryan Adams.