Thursday, February 21, 2013

Performance

For once I stayed in Berlin for the weekend, hung out with friends, and took a much needed break from traveling before I head off to Italy for ten days tomorrow. Not too much excitement took place this weekend, although I did attend the ballet Schwansee (Swan Lake) at the Berlin Oper (Berlin Opera House) last night. That was a truly incredible experience of culture and beauty--I had never seen a professional ballet, and I was blown away by the incredible precision and control of the dancers. It was one of the most beautiful performances I have ever seen. We were in the nosebleed seats, but we could still see fine.


Last week I attempted to encompass the absolute craziness that was going on at Pariserplatz by the Brandenburger Tor in a single photo. It really can't be done, so I thought I would share this video with you so you can see what I mean. (click on "youtube" at the bottom right of the video to make it larger)



Sorry for such a short post, but I promise to return in 10 days time with a post chocked full of my adventures in Rome, Florence, and Venice.

Bis später!

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Embracing Tourism and the Hunt for Hugh Jackman

Before I left the US, I spent a lot of time researching "European fashion" and classing up my wardrobe in order to "fit in" with the European style. Since arriving in Berlin, I relish the times I am approached by a tourist asking for directions, or in German by a native. I am always disappointed whenever I recieve a call from a friend when I am on the train, because as soon as I open my mouth the spell I is broken. Everyone around me who had been duped into believing I was a native no longer works under that illusion. I am the American trying to blend in.


Well, you have to use the map sometimes . . . Photo courtesy of Emily Lloyd.
I have learned a lot about the city since arriving, and know the ins and outs of the transportation system, as well as when and when not to say "Entschuldigung" (excuse me) or "Tschüs" (see ya). I didn't realize how far I had come in learning Berlin culture until my friends Emily Lloyd (a Grove City student studying in Florence, Italy for the semester) and Elizabeth Early (a Grove City student studying in Aix-en-Provence, France for the semester) came to visit.

Neither speak any German, and neither Florence or Aix use public transportation the way Berlin, as a city of close to four million people, does. They were impressed by my knowledge of the buses and trains, especially Elizabeth who somehow managed to be dragged through first Hauptbahnhof then Friedrichstraße Bahnhof and then Potsdamerplatz Bahnhof, three of the largest train stations in Berlin, right on arrival.

Here is a picture of Hauptbahnhof - it is INSANELY huge
In just one month I had turned from the wide eyed tourist to the "knowledgeable" tour guide. I gave them the same tour of historic Berlin that our program leader had given us in the beginning of January. This time, however, we had a bit of sunlight, which is exceedingly rare in Berlin. I have seen less sunlight here than I would at this time in Grove City or Dexter, and I NEVER thought that was possible.

The sun made this incredible picture of the Berliner Dom and the Fernseherturm possible.
One of my absolute favorite places in Berlin is Pariserplatz, the plaza directly in front of the Brandenburger gate. We chose a Saturday afternoon to visit, and so 100 things were happening at once on the square. I attempted to capture it in one picture, but that does not do it justice. Click on the picture to make it larger if necessary.

1. Berlin Bear who tourists can take pictures with.
2. German musicians playing hipster music.
3. German actors dressed as an American and Soviet soldier.
You can take pictures with them for 3 euro.

4. Mario and Luigi from the video game Mario Bros.
taking pictures with tourists.
5. Iranian protesters protesting the US Embassy.
6. Tourists taking pictures.
7. The Brandenburg Gate.
Below is the picture where Elizabeth and I decided to embrace the fact that we were tourists and pay the "American" and "Soviet" soldiers to take pictures with us. My mom would not approve of me taking up with a Soviet like this.

Photo courtesy of Emily Lloyd


I made sure to take Emily and Elizabeth to get Döner kebaps, a Turkish food, but deeply ingrained in Berlin's food culture. We found a nice, inexpensive place on Wilhelmstraße, directly across the street from where Hitler's chancellery used to stand. The everyday-ness of such an experience as eating döner on top of so much history re-emphasizes to me just how much has happened in Berlin. 

Elizabeth and I paying homage to the remains of the Berlin Wall. Photo courtesy of Emily Lloyd. 
Of course, I also made sure they bought plenty of Ritter-Sport, the best chocolate Germany has to offer in my opinion.
  I had an absolutely wonderful weekend with Emily and Elizabeth, catching up with their experiences in their countries, and being able to share my own city with them.

 The Sunday they left, I found out that the Berlin premier of Les Miserables had happened the night before. And Hugh Jackman had been there. If you're anyone who knows me, you know that next to Richard Armitage, Hugh Jackman is one of my favorite actors. On Facebook that night, friends in my program were posting statuses about seeing Joseph Gordon Levitt, Rupert Grint, and Shia LaBeouf. Reports were circulating that Matt Damon, Anne Hathaway, Eddie Redmayne, Jeremy Irons, and Robert DeNiro were also in town.

Why so many? Because the Berlinale, one of the largest international film festivals in the world, had started on Thursday night. Potsdamerplatz was streaming with well-dressed people, and, best of all, red carpet events were set to happen all over Berlin. A German friend of mine even told me that she had seen Colin Firth walk out of a coffee shop two years ago during the Berlinale!

Of course, I found out about all this fame going on in my city one day too late. By the time I realized he was here, Hugh Jackman was gone. But that did not stop Alicia and I from combing the streets around Potsdamerplatz on Sunday afternoon for three hours, hunting for Hugh Jackman.

Me, disappointed that I could not find Hugh Jackman. Photo courtesy of Alicia Young.
Finally, finally, after hours of a backbreaking, intensive search (aka cafe hopping and wandering aimlessly), Alicia and I found the place where Hugh Jackman had been only 18 hours earlier.

The red carpet area where the Les Mis premier happened.
We hung around a while longer, basking in the place where fame had once stood before leaving in defeat.

Monday night, however, I finally got my run in with fame. And it was much more literal than I had expected.

For my film class, we had to attend two world premier film screenings together. Monday night we watched a Russian film called "Za Marska", and a French film entitled "Je ne suis pa mort" (I am not dead yet). It was definitely the largest and most comfortable theater I have ever set foot in in my life.



I was leaving the theater after the French film when I slammed directly into a man who said "pardon" in perfect French, touched my shoulder as he passed, and proceeded to go up to the stage where he was introduced as the main actor in the film we had just watched.

I stood there, staring, and said to my friends "was that? No. It couldn't have been. I think . . . I think I just ran directly into the main actor of the film." So, while I did not have the run in with Hugh Jackman that I had hoped, I still had a literal run in with a famous actor . . . well, famous in France at least.

Oh yeah, his name is Mehdi Dehbi and he looks like this:


So I'm happy.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

A three country kind of weekend

One problem with hopping around Europe on brief weekend trips is that all you get to see is city after city. Airports tend to be located, well, in cities, and the only way to get out of them is to take a train or a bus, which costs even more money, and that is not even counting finding a cheap place to stay in the countryside, which is pretty difficult. This is the reason I love having friends who live in Europe--so I can see more than just the city and from a non-touristy perspective.

Last Friday, Alicia and I flew into the Basel-Mulhouse-Freiburg Airport, technically located on French soil, to visit our friend Rachel Nicholson who graduated from Grove City last year and is now working as a 2nd grade teacher at Black Forest Academy, a missionary school in the very south of Germany, about 45 minutes outside of Freiburg.

Rachel lives in the village of Kandern, and it is the picture of a tiny, idyllic German country town, resting against the stunning backdrop of Germany's Schwarzwald, or Black Forest.



On Saturday, the three of us set off from Rachel's backyard and hiked into the woods. I cannot even begin to describe how amazing it was to get back into nature and away from the hustle and bustle of the city. I hadn't even realized how much I missed GREEN.




The best part about this hike was not just that we were hiking in nature, but that we hiked to a 12th century CASTLE. You know, just chilling there in the woods. Because Europe.


 

We climbed to the top of the tower, and the view from above was absolutely breathtaking. You could see for miles in every direction, including into France and Switzerland.


Simba, do you see that dark land over there? That is France. You must never go there.
Alicia, Rachel, and I at the top of the tower.

The beauty was absolutely breathtaking. It was so difficult to wrap my brain around the fact that this was something real I was looking at, not a picture. I could have stayed up there for hours, just taking it all in, but, unfortunately, we got cold and hiked back to Kandern.

Sunday morning we attended Rachel's church, which was a German speaking church. It was so incredible singing songs like "Mighty to Save," except in German ("Du Allein Rettest Mich"). Luckily, the pastor who preached was Canadian, so his German was pretty easy to understand.

Sunday afternoon, we took the bus to Basel, Switzerland and spent the afternoon exploring the city.


The southern German holiday Fasching (essentially Mardi Gras), was getting into full swing. Our bus got stuck behind this strange float for 15 minutes on the way to Basel. It was blasting music really loudly. Definitely a new cultural experience.


 Basel rests right on the Rhein river. There was a break in the ever pervasive cloud cover as we were crossing the river.

Alicia and I on the bridge over the Rhein.
The Rathaus, or Town Hall
Münster Cathedral
 Over all, this weekend is going to go down as one of my absolute favorite weekends of the semester. It was a wonderful mixture of relaxation and fun, as well as spiritual rejuvenation. God has been truly good to me this past month, and I am so thankful for this opportunity to experience the world and the incredible beauty it holds.

And, as Alicia kept saying, "this weekend was a three country kind of weekend."

Friday, February 1, 2013

The tough stuff

Since arriving in Berlin, I have truly come face to face with the city's dark and turbulent past. Berlin has experienced more darkness than any other city in Europe in the past 100 years, and today it is still reeling emotionally, as well as scarred physically, from recent history. Nothing I have seen yet, however, has hit me as hard as the memorial sites I have visited the last two Fridays.

Last weekend we were given a tour of Hohenschönhausen, the old Stasi Prison in the center of Berlin. From 1946, the end of WWII, until 1989, Germany was divided into two countries--East Germany, a Soviet satellite state and the most policed country of the time, and West Germany, a country that retained its capitalist democratic ideals. Berlin, as a city, was unique, because it served as a microcosm for the rest of divided Germany. Berlin is directly in the middle of Eastern German territory, but Britain, the US, and France negotiated with the USSR to allow a piece of Berlin to remain as part of West Germany, and so Berlin became a divided city. It was a decision the USSR would later regret, as thousands of people were fleeing East Germany via the open border between East and West Berlin. In 1961, East Germany decided to put a stop to the defectors and erected the Berlin wall.

Parts of the wall left standing in memorium
East Germany became a police state--the stuff of nightmares. People were watched night and day by the Stasi (secret police). Homes were wired without the owner's knowledge. "In public" was considered three people or more, or speaking to your children. Even simply applying to leave the country was considered a crime. Paranoia was rampant. Friends and family members accused each other of anti-party sentiment. Street abductions by the Stasi were not uncommon.

It is so eerie to think that this was happening until 20 years ago. This prison was not something out of old history.

Hohenschönhausen was used primarily for political prisoners. These prisoners were tortured and placed under psychological stress in order to break their wills and "protect the state."


This is a cell from the 60s. There would have been one large wooden bed with no sheets, matress or pillow, and a pot for doing one's business. 10-12 people would have been in this space. They were not allowed to lie down during the day, but must stand packed together. There was no window in that time, and only a tiny hole for ventilation, but it was not enough. The breaths of the people would condense into water and everything would have been damp. Water would have been constantly dripping from the ceiling onto the freezing prisoners.



 This room was a "water cell". The prisoner would be thrown into this room and cold water would be thrown over them until the cell was ankle deep in water. Then they would be forced to stand in the cell for hours, sometimes days.


Cells from the 70s and 80s. In Erich Hoenecker's time, the Stasi focused more on psychological torture rather than physical torture. These cells were mostly single occupant cells meant for the practice of isolation torture.


This was an isolated chamber. Prisoners were not allowed to lay down during the day. They could sit on the stool, but not rest their backs against the wall. Prisoners were not allowed to talk, sing, whistle, read, write, etc. At night, interrogations took place for 17 hours at a time where the prisoner had to sit on their hands and was not allowed to eat, drink, or sleep. When they were allowed to sleep at night they had to be in the "sleeping position," flat on their backs with their hands over the blanket. This was to keep people from committing suicide. You would be observed through a peep hole in the door every 20 minutes by a Stasi guard. They would turn on a light and look through the hole. If you had accidentally moved in your sleep they would bang on the door and force you to return to the sleeping position. Sleeping was almost impossible.


This simple wooden cross marks a mass grave from WWII. In the background stands the remains of the Berlin wall.

No matter how horrible Hohenschönhausen was, and it was undoubtedly horrible, there is something that is and will always be innately evil about anything connected to the Nazi regime. East Germany set up Hohenschönhausen because they were trying to control their population. Hitler created Sachsenhausen because he was trying to eradicate an entire people.

This morning I spent four hours walking around Sachsenhausen. Sachsenhausen was a Nazi concentration camp constructed in 1936 and in use until 1945. Here, thousands of men, women, and children were treated as slaves, starved, beaten, and animalized. Thousands were gassed or, as was the case with 10,000 Soviet Prisoners of War, systematically shot in the neck.

It was a gray, cold day, and an icy wind whistled eerily across the open space where the barracks used to stand, where thousands of people were crammed into a tiny, squalid space for an "indefinite imprisonment." Unlike Hohenschönhausen, whose prisoners were given a specific amount of time for their sentences, the prisoners of Sachsenhausen lived with little hope of freedom.


Like at Auschwitz, "Arbeit Macht Frei" (work makes you free) was inscribed on the gate into the camp. Those three words are, and will remain, one of the most terrifying phrases.


A peaceful garden rested outside the walls of the eerily silent camp. In this garden, personal memorials were set up to the victims. This broken cross moved me deeply.


Each cell of the camp prison had been turned into a memorial to those who had suffered an even darker fate in the prison within the prison.


This picture, more than any I took, I felt captured the darkness that hung over Sachsenhausen. The white building in the center is the gate house. Directly between those trees, the gallows used to stand. 


A guard tower. The gravel inside the squares mark the places where the barracks used to stand.


These barracks were built in 1945, after the war ended, and were used by the Soviets to hold prisoners. After the camp was shut down, these prisoners were moved to places like Hohenschönhausen.


Camp hospital. Prisoners were experimented on, and many were sterilized. People were not taken care of, and were forced to wait outside for hours in the cold to have minor injuries looked at. Those with tuburculosis were beaten for "pretending to be sick".


The cross marks a mass grave of prisoners.


Barbed wire along the wall.

I also visited the gas chamber and the execution pit. I did not take pictures there because it did not feel respectful of the horrors that took place here. Sachsenhausen remains as a chilling memory of what happened, and hopefully, stands so that what happened in Germany might never happen again. There was a sense of utter darkness hanging over this place. While it was a difficult visit, it was a necessary one, one that I think everyone, if they can, should endeavor to take. The scariest part about all of this is that places like this still exist in countries like North Korea. For the sake of the victims, and for those who are experiencing horrors like this today, it must be memorialized. It must be remembered.