Berlin Day 1
After dropping off our
stuff, we went up to my Mom's to rest & chat for a nice visit with her and
my brother Roger & had a light meal & Freixenet champagne-my
favorite! We left her place around 8 PM and despite the exhaustion of being up
for 30 hours straight, we strolled the park-like walk along the canal
fronting our building before going to bed. It was such a nice balmy evening
that it would have been a shame to waste it. On our way back, a river boat called
Belvedere passed us going up the canal. It appeared to be a dinner cruise. We
decided we would try to go on it one evening. I dropped into a dead sleep when
we got back but woke up abruptly after only a couple of hours and couldn't go
back to sleep till morning (body clock adjusting to a 9 hour time difference.)
Day 2
After the cemetery, we went to the area Mom lived last time we were here. We had döners (Turkish roasted lamb sandwiches served in pita bread with shredded veggies and yummy sauce, a favorite of ours) & shopped a little. Embroidered cloth ware is popular & inexpensive in Germany so I always try to pick up a tablecloth or runner. I got two 1x1 Meter tablecloths for 2.99 € each. Roger was waiting for us by the time we got back to Mom's. He took us shopping while Mom cooked dinner. We walked to Wilmersdorf where there is quite a busy shopping district. We exchanged money there and got .69 € per $1. We strolled back, dying of heat and blistered feet but I went into a cool little Middle Eastern shop and bought a 2-cup votive holder of black metal and yellow glass for my library/computer room. We took the bus the rest of the way back. After dinner we went to Roger's for the rest of the evening. He lives in Spandau, the district next to Charlottenburg where Mom lives. It was quick by U-Bahn but about 2x as long by bus, as we found out on our way back. Roger and I played our traditional set of 3 games of cribbage. When it was time to leave, he got us on the bus to go back toward mom's and even had the bus driver tell us where to get off, but we turned the wrong way & ended up walking about a mile the opposite direction before we found a bus map & saw what had happened. We had ridden and walked so far that day that everything looked familiar so we didn't realize the problem for a long time. We got back to our apt at 11:30 PM after walking for an hour.
This
was another nice day but thankfully at least 10 degrees cooler. After
breakfast, we headed out for the Egyptian Museum but Mom & Roger really
had no idea exactly where it was so since we were in the touristy area around
Brandenburg Gate, we did a lot of sightseeing from the bus 100 route which
goes along the main stretch from Charlottenburg to the Zoo, past the Victory
Angel, through the Tiergarten & ends at the Zoo. We walked around the
Brandenburg Gate because Roger said there was a special presentation there
right now. It is called Berlin 180° & tracks the destruction and
rebuilding of the Gate area from WW2 till now. So, below, just in front of the
Gate is a large mural of the Gate all damaged & surrounded by rubble. It's
placed so that when you look up at it, it displays the view of the Gate to
just beneath the top where the 4 Horseman can be seen and the view blends the
two.
This
display is curved, with the outer curve facing the Gate side. On that side,
there is a text & pictorial timeline that begins with the wartorn rubble
of 1945 & tracks the changes through today. As we rode the bus &
looked at these things, Mom supplemented this with her own memories of growing
up & what it looked like when she & Dad lived here in 1965. It was
both sad & impressive to see images of the destruction and the
reconstruction keeping in mind all the while that much of the rebuilding was
done with the city divided into 5 pieces with the East part totally cut off
from the rest. The East's radiotower (the Funkturm)
is in this area too & Mom had only been up it once, when Troy Jr. was
here, so she took us up into that. It cost 7.50 €
to go up the elevator to the observation deck. There are spyglasses all around
for taking in detailed views of the city. Since it was a weekday, it wasn't
very crowded & we went up & had coffee & pastries in the
restaurant just a short flight of stairs up from the observation deck. Unlike
the Space Needle where the entire disk spins, at the Turm, only the outer ring
of table turns between a central core and the outer wall. The tables are
numbered the servers can find you to bring your order. The table deck turns
fairly fast, completing one cycle in 30 minutes. I took a lot of digital
photos from there.
Day 4
Day 5
Around the corner from St George is a hemp museum.
Around the Nikolai Church are a series of old shop buildings & restaurants
& some art original to the area such as an ancient well, a tall monument
of the Berlin Bear inscribed all around the bottom with some of the original
guilds or regiments of Berlin & some of the old shop signs from before
everyone could read. Most of the restaurants in that square served authentic
German food. Mom chose one with good prices & when we got inside
discovered it had a wonderful atmosphere too. It looked like it was once a
house or inn & still retained its wood-paneled walls & antique
furniture. There were frog statues everywhere because the name of the place
was Paddenwirt (Frog Host). The menu was available in several languages. Our
English one explained that the restaurant's name came from a time when beer
barrels were delivered in the river & care had to be taken lest a keg
break in the water by bashing against the dock. This happened at some point
& a bunch of frogs turned up to drink the beer & croaked noisily for
several days. This place went by the name Paddenwirt ever since. We had an
appetizer of asparagus soup (asparagus is a seasonal specialty in Germany and
unlike our green type, theirs is white, grown to be harvested before it grows
above the surface of the soil), drinks, dinner & after dinner drinks for
57 €. Pretty good price for the large servings and excellent food. We took
the S-Bahn back just for a view of the city. One other note about the
museums--when the Old National Gallery became the main museum for the East,
West Berlin built the New National Gallery in 1968.
Day 6
The Rosetta Stone is
also in that gallery in the downstairs section. Another piece of interest
down there was a complete wooden sarcophagus with its lid, all painted in
images & hieroglyphics of great detail all over--front, back &
inside. It is displayed in front of a mirror so the back can be viewed. A
lot of the larger stone pieces in this gallery were fragments, but several
different dynasties were represented along with papyrus, stone &
clay texts from them so you can see how their printed language changed. The
bookstore had a book, in English, on how to read hieroglyphs. We were so
exhausted by the time we finished the Gemäldegalerie
though, that we didn't even return to the bookstore. Next time, I'll plan
all day there with plenty of time for rest & a snack to see it all. At
least the museum was not crowded & the bathrooms were clean & free,
unlike the ones at the U-Bahn which cost 60 cents. We had to buy some
groceries on our way home which turned out to be a challenge. A lot of
stores have very little selection of meat. We tried 3 before we found what
we needed.
Day 7
Yesterday started out with a short but pleasant visit with Mom's friend Lemmi. Her brother was Mom's first boyfriend. She had scanned & brought pictures of with her. Mom was 16 in some of them. There were also baby pix of me. I always hate those pix.
Day 8
Yesterday was not only
Mother's Day, but in Germany it was also Capitulation Day, the day WW2 ended
in Germany. We went strolling & taking pictures in the morning then went
on a boat ride with Mom (10 € pp).
It was a day of rain & sunbreaks, so the boat
was almost empty. There were Troy, me, Mom and only one other person so it
was like having a private cruise. The plan was to take the cruise halfway,
get off at the Berliner Dome & have dinner at Paddenwirt, but we soon
learned that the boat was not allowed to stop & let passengers off. Both
the Nazis & the anti-Nazis had scheduled demonstrations for the day in
the area so most of the area was blocked off to anyone not already there. We
saw many people along the river & canal from the boat. We still did not
grasp the full effect of how much of the area was blocked off, intending
simply to take the S-Bahn back to the area for dinner. It wasn't until we
got to the train station in Alexander Platz that we learned the full
situation. The station was packed, all exits closed completely except one.
Mom got directions out but none of the police had the wits to tell us more.
Mom said most of them weren't from Berlin anyway. As we went out the single
door allowing people out, we were told we couldn't get back in. It was
clouding over quickly & we headed the way we needed to go only to find
that ALL the entrances to the entire sector were closed. Mom was trying to
talk to a policeman when it started to rain. There was so much tension in
the atmosphere that when Mom stepped forward to try to talk to him under the
shelter of the overpass they blocked that he got mad & all the policemen
there closed ranks & became threatening. I could hardly see because my
rain hood falls too low over my eyes, but Troy realized what happened &
rushed me over to her with my umbrella. We left, wondering what to do. All
roads blocked, not allowed back to the train, & 9000 police with no
info. We kept walking & I saw a couple of restaurants. One was a
pizzeria & mom suggested we go there instead of trying to figure out how
to get back to the Nikolai Quarter. I had lasagna, she had pizza & Troy
had a calzone. The food was ok we passed the time over drinks. As we were
just figuring how far in the opposite direction we might have to walk to
find running buses or an open train station, the roads finally opened. When
a string of policemen came in, to eat we thought, we laughed when they all
made a beeline straight to the bathroom. We left immediately & got home
with no further trouble except for crowded trains. As we watched the news,
we learned that the anti-Nazi protest had been forceful enough to cause the
Nazi demonstration to be cancelled. The police were tense & roads
blocked because of that power & potential for trouble, although there
was no violence. Throughout the day, Mom told us that even though the
government had tried to make the Nazi party illegal, eventually they had to
allow them because nothing in their official charter is against the law.
Encouraged by the very old, the young have built strength in the party to
the point where in one city, they managed to actually elect a Nazi into a
council seat. I didn't let on how sad that news made me. It was encouraging
however to see how outnumbered they are & that the heart of the German
people in general remembers that evil and stands against it. I hope that
strength continues and grows.
We will be leaving in just a little while. Seems planes never leaver Berlin for home except at 6 AM. Yesterday was good though. Roger took us to Kreuzberg, the Classic Bike shop (a motorcycle shop specializing in Harleys). We picked up a couple of Harley shirts at a better price than they were at the Motorsports store near the Ku-damm. There was an Unsolved Mysteries exhibit in the area but it was expensive for the likely cheese so we didn't go in. Since we were running around, we suggested Roger take us to his pub & let us meet his girlfriend & friends. That was interesting. Doris speaks hardly any English but she seemed very nice. Roger invited her over for dinner with us & we were pleasantly surprised when she actually showed up. Roger has been teaching her cribbage so we played a 3-way game while Mom finished cooking dinner. Doris won that game & the both of us skunked Roger. He still counts her points for her but at least she tries. They left not long after dinner & we went back downstairs to clean & finish packing around 9. That took a couple of hours & 3:30 AM came pretty early this morning. Roger met us at the airport so we had a nice last visit before leaving. I'm glad to be on my way home but it is always hard to be leaving him behind. I hope he will come back again next year.