And the time goes by
I had promised myself to write a few lines on the trip to Berlin with a clear mind, backed by at least 13 hours of sleep and devoid of any physical disorder.
Therefore, correctly, write it after three in the morning with a sore throat worse than when I came back e. .. no, unfortunately I am glossy by default even when I drink six spirits.
say that Berlin is a city of young people.
will .
will that we visited with two teachers (which, translated, means with rather small margin of freedom in terms of time and in terms of improvisation).
we will have to stay in a hotel about an hour from Alexander Platz, and perilous, in East Berlin that seems much less vibrant than the western (and who knows why ...).
that will remain effective for about three days we had a rain cats and dogs, another with hail and snow storms, and another in which the sun hath been finally deigned to check out.
will.
Berlin is a city that should be visited under the pretext of looking for the beautiful . Berlin, beauty - exquisitely nell'accezione literally-has very little.
Flats fifties alternate constructions of matrix clearly Nazi in their solemn Sfregola against the sky where the clouds chase each other so much quicker than if only a second before you could cheer for a sunbeam, that after you fold so that you get a hailstone in the face.
I could say that Berlin is peacemaker art, everywhere you turn you can lay eyes on the works of pop art and wonder, how to blend neoclassical art without jarring with expressionist art.
agree only in part, because While it is true is not the essence of art to be constitutive of the city in question, what really makes you put your nose out of your room, with a wind speed of 180 km / h makes you grace to make you do a second shower, is the fact that, in Berlin, you can really perceive.
The weight of history, I say.
You can get your hands dirty with the error. Can you feel it, almost, that node that will occlude the throat, in touch with the look of the walls of the Reichstag. You can give to you and spins you print clear, crisp , the picture of parades and stunts performed by twin girls with blonde braids.
Berlin not to visit the art; Berlin did not visit it for fun, Berlin visit to be aware that the story is as alive and present there.
And you do not understand at first. You walk in those gray streets and you can not explain why you seem so hostile that city. Walk and do not understand what it is that sense of oppression that makes you look annoyed other students laughing in front of the Topography of Terror. Walk in and you can not understand why, as unfounded, and a fine one Caramel Macchiato Muffins for lunch, hungry ?
Walk and you can not focus on the good things.
that gray penetrates you to the bone, along with cold and rain.
And then?
So I do not know (and right now I feel the voice of Julia in my ears telling me that, after this, the myth of Vale who always knows everything has gone along with that fucked up That speaks well of ).
Really. I do not know how the hell should I label it, Berlin.
should probably invent a new adjective for her.
Probably you just have to visit it again, to seize it in its entirety.
Probably.
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