The German countryside is pure beauty. Whipping, six-hour style, from Amsterdam to Berlin on the train...my breath was taken more than once. The green was of a sort that I had not laid eyes on before--lush and rich and vividly lovely. I polished off 'Down and Out in Paris and London' (thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, George Orwell) amidst tattered fragments of sleep, a plethora of Yo La Tengo in my ears, and pieces of laughable conversation with the drunken Australian lads parked in the seats directly in front of us. Light blazed through dirty windows like arctic summer, feeding my frighteningly-white skin, and continually drawing my gaze to the wonder outside.
Berlin, still a little shy of my full 24-hour acquaintence, has shown itself unique already. Ladybirds and I took a frosty tour of radiant churches and buildings today...stood before the Berlin Wall and over top of the bunker where Hitler took his life...heavy heavy heavy boots, but still an extraordinary privilege, oui? So I felt. Night has fallen here, and Berlin's extravagent streets call. Nightclub mayhem, anyone?! Apparently, in this city, techno is the new black. I am off to see for myself...
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