Just got home today from my weekend trip to Berlin. Salzburg feels kind of like home now, and it's good to be back, although the trip to Germany's capital was AMAZING.
Where do I even begin? I feel like I saw everything I wanted to see. On Friday we got to our hostel that was right in the center of East Berlin. We explored the city a little bit: we saw the Brandenburger Tor (the very immense pillars that divided the city back in the day), as well as Unter den Linden (the main shopping street) and the river that runs through the city. We visited the Ritter Sport store, which holds Germany/Austria's very best chocolate, and we all bought a few bars of it in different flavors. It's actually much like the M&M store in NYC. Bärbel also took us to Georgbreau Brewery for dinner, where I had the best bratwurst and sauerkraut I've ever eaten. Friday night, Rote Zach and I went exploring; we took the subway to Potsdamer Platz (a very new and cutting-edge nightlife area that was built after reunification) and we found a trendy little bar. I had my first martini, believe it or not, and we enjoyed the late-night Berlin scene.
Saturday we got up early and headed over to the Reichstags building (the government building where parliament and German Chancellor Angela Merkel work). The audio-guided tour took us on a trip up the building's spiral, glass enclosed dome, and pointed out major Berlin landmarks as we looked out over the entire city. Although the weather could have been better, it was a breathtaking view. Saturday morning was also the main time that we explored some of the biggest East German landmarks, like the wall and Checkpoint Charlie. It really was all within walking distance. After a lunch of delicious Currywurst (a Berlin specialty), Laura and I visited the German History Museum. It was absolutely impossible to see everything. The exhibit we chose to see chronicled everything about Germany from before Christ's time up to the present. It talked about Celtic-German roots and relations, Deutschland's involvement in the Crusades, battles fought in the Renaissance, World War I, and the Nazi period. It was so complete, and I was a little disappointed that my dad couldn't have been there with me. He would have loved it!
We've all learned about the former Soviet Union in school and knew the basics. Of course, the wall fell when I was just weeks old, so I never really got to hear about East Germany and the other Soviet countries in the news or anything. But it's amazing to see how much things can change in 20 years. We learned a lot of terrible things about the Soviet regime this weekend: we visited a Stasi prison and saw the torture devices used against its victims, we saw the memorials to the dozens of people who died trying to cross over the wall illegally, and we saw the wall itself, or what's left of it. Learning about and seeing what life was like for the people of the GDR for 40 years serves as a painful reminder of the importance of human rights. It also makes me appreciate our free speech and free press rights even more than I already did. That being said, I find it so inspiring and wonderful that the people themselves eventually overthrew their communist regime. In 1989, they stormed the wall, they protested together, and they basically said they weren't going to take oppression anymore. In the last 20 years, Germany has become stronger than ever. After a very tumultuous (to say the least) century, it has rebuilt itself and it is moving forward from its awful past. I think that says something wonderful about the German work ethic, stamina, and persistence. I'm so proud of them.
Sunday morning was spent touring the Stasi prison. Our tour guide was very good and didn't hold anything back; looking at the disgustingly inhumane cells and hearing about the terrible things the guards did to the prisoners was really hard to hear about. I didn't take a lot of pictures. It didn't feel right, really. Afterwards, some of us went over to West Berlin to see Gedächtnis Kirche, a church that had been bombed out during World War II. That was sad too. It's awful that people have no respect for places of worship, even if it was during wartime. Catholic Churches and especially Jewish synagogues were hit hard during the war.
On a lighter note, I met up with Sonya Sunday afternoon! She and I went to high school together, but she's originally from Berlin and moved back after we graduated. We got sushi and bubble tea near the Zoologischer Garten and hung out for awhile in the square. It's nice to have friends all over the world.
Saturday night, Melissa, Laura, Grosse Zach, Eric, Shireen and I all went to a cute little Italian restaurant on the West side. Afterwards, Shireen and I still wanted to party, so we figured out how to take the subway to this club I had heard was great, and rated one of the top 100 clubs in the world: Berghain. After going the wrong way a few times and exploring the ghetto areas of East Berlin a little bit, we arrived at this run-down old train station. But: they didn't let us in because we were American! Even though I spoke German to the bouncer, they turned down all the American people that tried to get in. Truly, it's easy to tell who's American and who's European around here, even if they we speak German. We have telltale accents and we do dress a little differently. It was definitely a lesson in feeling ethnically unwelcome. Oh, well. We found another place. But in all, I think the best part of Saturday night was exploring the city. At one point, we had no idea where we were or which way we should go. A city train pulled up to the station and we just jumped in, without having any idea where it was going.
I think above all else, that's my travel philosophy. They always say, "Wherever you go, there you are." Until this trip, I'd never realized how true that statement is. So many people get bogged down with maps and travel guides and ideas about how things should go when they're somewhere far away from home. But in reality: everything's an adventure. If you don't end up where you thought you were going to...well, you'll be somewhere else. And chances are, it will be just as interesting and just as fulfilling. Hopping on a random train headed for anywhere at 2 in the morning in downtown East Berlin? Sounds good. We saw a lot of interesting people and a beautiful city at night. What else could we ask for?