After a year back to Berlin. The cold, dry air permeates my nostrils decongesting completely and giving me the sweet aroma of Christmas cakes, the glühwein and elegant perfumes. The gray clouds, late at night early, approach me, I almost kiss. I tend obsessive organization hand making sure that everything will happen as expected. The heads up the Berliners, Germans in general, their sense of proud possession of the city awakens once more my admiration ... that could be admired, if gleaning well, even a little envy. I feel I've reached my second home.
I walk Alexanderplatz, the square that was formerly the proud emblem of German socialism and today shows me dream malls, tourists from all corners and people who freely and peacefully express their way of think, whatever it is. Walk along Karl Marx Allee , entered the station Schillingstrasse and take the U5 in the direction of Hönow . After this, I Samaritestrasse to travel those streets was so close to my apartment for two years. I go to the many shops where I can purchase various items for a few euros. I can not resist the temptation to buy some trinket but term reserved for Galeria Kaufhof or Alexa.
my steps towards Warschauerstrasse and I ride for a while the East Side Gallery . Only 20 years ago today these walls harmless graffiti exhibit, divided the German people in terms of ideologies that they had not chosen. Here there were tears and death and madness as there are now nearly 150 miles of saltwater dividing Cuba and the United States. I dream of the day my country will also see down the invisible walls that enclose.
I walk Alexanderplatz, the square that was formerly the proud emblem of German socialism and today shows me dream malls, tourists from all corners and people who freely and peacefully express their way of think, whatever it is. Walk along Karl Marx Allee , entered the station Schillingstrasse and take the U5 in the direction of Hönow . After this, I Samaritestrasse to travel those streets was so close to my apartment for two years. I go to the many shops where I can purchase various items for a few euros. I can not resist the temptation to buy some trinket but term reserved for Galeria Kaufhof or Alexa.
my steps towards Warschauerstrasse and I ride for a while the East Side Gallery . Only 20 years ago today these walls harmless graffiti exhibit, divided the German people in terms of ideologies that they had not chosen. Here there were tears and death and madness as there are now nearly 150 miles of saltwater dividing Cuba and the United States. I dream of the day my country will also see down the invisible walls that enclose.
gray clouds continue efforts to bring hair and grazed my night. I enjoy this time of gloom and cold dry. I am filled with nostalgia. Often walked these streets. The loving walked the walked crying out, walked shivering or elated by the dreams we built. The traversed, the lived, I made mine and they gave me a smile of love bride. Ich bin eine Berlinerin auch (I'm also Berlin).