Memorial to persecuted gays at Nollendorfplatz U-bahn.
Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe, with Die Welt balloon in the background.
Ubiquitous "Kepab" stand.
Giraffe made of legos at Potsdamer Platz.
Speaking of empire, no sense whatever on the street of the present crisis in the Euro, and Germany’s new role as reluctant banker and savior to innumerable collapsing economies. Me not speaking the language, of course, but still, no mood of crisis that I can perceive, any more than the desperation back home is perceivable in the upper-middle-class enclaves I frequent, aside from the unpicturesque human flotsam clustering around the Greenwood care center or the halfway house on Main Street, whose numbers have not appreciably increased since the crash. But who knows? Like the people around me, I don’t focus on these things, I am consumed by daily life and the things I think I can control: career, family, relationships. Politics migrates inward and becomes something else, not even a climate, mere opinion, as one resigns almost gratefully one’s faith, misguided once again, in a savior politician like Obama. The only solutions reside outside existing institutions: we need to put pressure on what exists so that it collapses or adapts under the strain. But it will take more than Liking things on Facebook to accomplish that
Seen at the movie theater where I saw Attack the Block, near Hackescher Markt.
Caspar David Friedrich, Frau am Fenster (Woman at Window), 1822
Tribute to a composer at Deutsche Oper U-Banhof.
Jewish Museum exterior.
Victor Kégli, Hershel and Gretel in the Jewish Museum (2011), just outside.