It is so strange hearing German spoken with smiling eyes or hearing the words of the Sacrament prayers in that language. Until visiting Berlin this week, most of the German I had heard were words from movies or documentaries on World War Two. It requires a paradigm shift.
Berlin is on a plain, with forests (we walked and ran in them), lakes, and beautiful treed streets, and a horrific history. The plan was 1000 years of glorious reign by a superior race instigated by a Viennese immigrant adopted by a country humiliated by the their defeat politically and economically by the First World War. It is a beautiful city now, mostly new, with 3 1/2 million people thriving under democratic government.
Ben and Christy have been so accommodating since we arrived. (I have walked 29.9 miles). We travelled to Potsdam, unspoiled by the war, to see the Dutch Quarter from the 1700s and the King of Prussia’s Summer Palace. We have visited the Brandenburg gate, Jewish Museum, the Stasi Museum and the Topographies of Terror, Checkpoint Charlie, and the Berlin Wall. Sobering. I was especially aware of the personal stories recorded - one father had written a poem about living, to his young child headed to England on a kindertransport and another asking when he could come visit his 5 yr. old epileptic daughter at the hospital for undesirables. You know the end to both stories.
We delighted in two concerts: two solo violinists with piano at the Berlin Philharmonic performing Beethoven, Mozart, Ravel, and a medley from Carmen, and an outstanding Orgelvesper at Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church with readings from Mathew plus the Lord’s Prayer and selections from Buxtehude, Bohn, Bach, and Mendelssohn on the organ. I must mention the bonus couple on the train playing harmonica, guitar and bass.
At the same time, a sixty year old women came on with her bike. That may not sound amazing to you but she was also carrying a 5’ blossoming fruit tree. I could not quit giggling. How was she going to get that to her house?
We have eaten sour cherry and tonka bean (outlawed in the US) ice cream at Jones, Turkish kabob, rhubarb squares from Markthalle Neun, manti, and could easily develop an addiction to cardamom buns. Christy taught me how to cook leeks in potato soup or include them in roasted vegetables. We found blueberries like you have never tasted, 2 euros for 1200 grams, mandarins 1 euro a kilo and green grapes for 2 euros a kilo. We really hit the jackpot at the outdoor market. Everything was delicious.
We had a most unusual meal after ward conference today. There were lots of salads and desserts but also two pizza ovens with two bakers making and cooking fresh pizza. Christy was cutting them as they came out. There were fresh flowers on the tables and a pour your own drink stand. This was all outside on the lawn in the trees behind the red brick church built in 1950. This raised the anti for meet-and-greet in the future.
We thank Ben and Christy for a week of new experiences, and expanded perspective, but mostly for their time, their conversation and their goodness. We may never visit Berlin again but we have memories for a lifetime.
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| Brandenburg Gate |
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| Walking in the forest |
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| Sculpture in Sans Souci Palace garden |
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| Buying rhubarb squares at Markthalle Neun |
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| Section of the original Wall at Topography of Terror exhibit |
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| The organ in the new Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church |
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| Checking out Checkpoint Charlie |




























