“What do you think of Berlin?” I asked my parents, three days into our European holiday.
“Well,” my father responded, “I had very different expectations. I thought Berlin would look more, I don’t know, old-European-ish. I forgot to take into account that its totalRead More
The wall that used to divide East from West Berlin ran in a 168-kilometer loop around the city, slicing through everything in its way, from fields to residential areas to neighborhoods and through the core of the city.
Today those old kilometers of gray cement and barbedRead More
You know those motivational posters that hang on the walls of high schools and corporate offices? I’m talking about the ones with the lone climber standing at the top of some misty waterfall that cascades gently down smoothly polished rocks in the middle of a fern-laden forest. They say things like MOTIVATIONRead More
i. It’s difficult to get a stamp.
We reached the border crossing with passports open wide, waiting for two new stamps to fill pages that have remained empty since the creation of the European Union. Freedom of movementRead More
The waves are more like ripples, and when they gently – barely – touch the rocks on the pier, they bounce back like a partially-taunt rubber band. Sort of like when you hold the ends of a thick blanket and shake; it ripples outwards, but bounces back slightly at the very end. It’s mezmorizing, and I only stop staringRead More