In the Shadow of the Berlin Wall

If your first glances of Berlin are of the brand spanking new Hauptbahnhof (main train station) and Potsdamer Platz (with its glitzy Sony Centre) you could be forgiven for thinking that Berlin is nothing more than a temple to the uber-modern chic way of life. However scratch this facade just a little and you begin to see a city that is still living in the shadow of a past that is too terrible to remember and too horrid to forget.

I took a walk along the Berlin Wall yesterday and though it was so easy for me to skip from one side to another in true touristy fashion the emotive outpourings in the form of political wall murals are testament to the repression and blood that once coloured life in Berlin. Reading about all the ostensibly mad plans concocted for people to go from East Germany to West you really get a sense of the human spirit and the desire just to live free.

On a completely different note, I love the sausage here. I can see why it is so famous. I love the currywurst and the bratwurst, I don´t know if it is the meat or the sauce or what but it´s uber, uber yummy.