Wrote this last Sunday, just posting it now.
Oh where shall I start? Berlin. I
shall start in Berlin. Forgive the dramatic opening – I just finished
role-playing a violent, spatula related death via text message.
So we went to Berlin this weekend.
But this weekend actually starts Thursday night. See, I done made friends here
in this city. Oh god who would have seen that coming?! There’s the Czech
man-creature, obviously, but there’s a girl in my program name Sara who is not
like the others. Which is to say I find her interesting, engaging, and she’s smarter
than me. She’s also the second person I’ve said that about here, the first
being you-know-who and the third being her boyfriend Max. I hate being the
dumbest one in any given group, but its passive, "this is actually awesome and I
don’t know what I’m talking about" kind of hate. It’s like saying I hate hot
showers because they feel too good. I mean, if I had to choose between being
the smartest in a group and the dumbest, I would pick “dumbest” any day of the
week. Any how, Sara and Max: Sara is a history student at CU, and Max a fine
arts photography student in Pittsburg (I think). Sara is here with the
program, and she picked Prague because you can’t throw a rock in this city
without hitting something old. Max isn’t studying, but came with her because he
wanted to spend a semester abroad anyway. The two rented a small little
apartment in a basement in Wenceslas, and have up to this point been each
other’s main (only?) source of company. Well, Sara and I have a class together
Mondays and Wednesdays, and we began talking that way, which is when I figured
out hey! She’s a smartie! We spent most of the spa towns trip hanging out with
each other, plus Martin and Anthony, and by the end I’d pretty much decided
“yup, you’re interesting and that’s a valuable thing here.” Two Thursdays ago,
Sara, Max, and I got an early dinner and spent most of the evening walking and
talking and interacting and generally behaving like well spoken individuals.
The following Sunday we got tea, and then dinner, and then a movie, and then
hung out in their apartment with the addition of another person. We did it again this most recent
Thursday, but instead of spending that much money, I cooked dinner, Max made a
salad, and they all stayed at my place until I finally had to kick them out at
1:45 in the morning because I was falling asleep and Sara and I had to be on a
bus to Berlin at 7:30 am.
The bus ride to Berlin was
unpleasant, because I was exhausted and couldn’t really fall asleep
comfortably. And because I was tired, hungry, and dingy feeling, I wasn’t in
the best of moods. So my first reaction, once we got inside the city itself,
was “I don’t like it here, I want to go home.” Home, in this scenario, being
Prague. It’s interesting, I think, that I’ve started conceptualizing Prague as
home. I mean, I did something similar at Gonzaga when things were still fun and
hunky dory, but as soon as things got bad it was a nice little slice of hell
and home became my parents’ place again. So maybe I’m thinking of Prague as
home because everything has been great so far with the exception of two long
weeks that weren’t really ok. I’m trying not to let
this convince me that I belong in Prague, because if I let myself think that
way, leaving is going to be even harder and I’m going to push to come back and
maybe that isn’t such a bad thing but I need more time to think about that.
Anyway, Berlin is awfully new. It feels very young, and as a person who is 80 at
heart, I don’t especially like that. And of course the structure itself is
“young” or really just new. I mean, I’m not surprised, as far as I know, the
city was basically flattened in ’45 and had to be rebuilt, and I think the
Berliners never got out of the mindset “we can build it bigger, we can build it
newer” because all the buildings are incredibly new. I think I can count on one
hand how many buildings I saw that looked like they were built between the end
of WWII and maybe the late 90s. Daniella was saying that every time she comes
to Berlin it looks different because nothing stays up for long. Compared to
Prague where it’s almost bizarre to see a building built in the last ten years,
it’s weird. And because of how new everything is, it felt very much like a
German LA to me. Everything is new, there are wide streets everywhere which are
full of cars, and even though the buildings are big, they’re spread out. I went
for a walk Sunday morning and found streets tucked away from the main
thoroughfare are quaint, and in some cases even beautiful in the brisk October
air and in the light of a late Sunday morning. But I don’t think I’d go back.
Not when there are so many other places I’d rather go.
Friday once we got into the city,
we took an incredibly brief tour around and then headed back for the hotel. I
took a shower to scald my skin off, then Sara and I got dinner. It was a shock
to my system to have to pay $20 for a meal again, instead of $6. And then we
headed back to the hotel and did nothing. We were both exhausted and a little
cranky and neither of us are really inclined to involve ourselves in “night
life” anyway. Sara was out by 8:30, I think I was gone an hour later.
Saturday we went with the program
to a museum about East Berlin under the Soviets, which was a hoot. Nothing
better than mocking failed regimes over the remains of their crumbled empire.
Next was another history museum, which was free because it was celebrating 25
years of being open. We spent maybe an hour and a half, two hours in an exhibit
covering German history from basically 400 AD to 1914 (I think. It looked like
it started WWI, though). Now, I’m the kind of person who takes their sweet ass time
going through an exhibit because I feel COMPELLED to look at and appreciate
everything. I think it’s something I picked up from going to art museums with
Uncle Roger, because if he’s going to spend an hour in front of a painting, god
knows there’s really no use in rushing yourself. At first, out of the corner of
my eye I could see Sara ping ponging between displays like a kid in a candy
store. It’s a funny image in my mind’s eye, me plodding along at a pretty
consistence pace and Sara running from one thing to another and then back
again. There was a point where I caught her in front of a portrait of one
person or another, and she was so wide eyed and excited that she looked like
she was going to bust, and then she just threw her scarf of her face and
shouted “I’m so overwhelmed!” It was pretty funny. After
about an hour, she got bored, as did the rest of our party, and while I would
have liked to stay there and finish the exhibit the way it deserved, everyone
else wanted to leave. It felt blasphemous to rush through the exhibit like
that, and I at least made them walk the whole thing instead of cutting out half
way through.
After that we rounded the corner to
the Holocaust memorial, which if you don’t know it is about half a city block
covered in huge concrete slabs whose only variation is height, which gives the
general impression of a wave. Like someone put grey legos on a sheet, and
shook, and this is the moment before they all flew off. The first couple are
maybe knee height, but as you walk further in, the blocks eventually double
your height, maybe hitting 12ft at their highest. Walking through it alone is a
little surreal, because everything is grey and its pretty disorienting, and
your only point of reference is where you think you saw other people walking.
I’m not sure how that related to the Holocaust, but it certainly invites
introspection.
There was lunch, and then we
decided to find one of the standing sections of the Berlin Wall. Up to this
point, Sara had been making all the decisions and generally leading us in the
right direction. Of course, up to this point we’d been moving on one axis –
East to West – along the main street. I think she reoriented her brain to think
of east and west as north and south, and when she was looking at the map to get
us to the Berlin Wall, she was going to have us walking 90° in
the wrong direction. I don’t know where it came from, but as long as you don’t
stick me underground (or really in any vehicle I'm not driving), I pretty much always have a good sense of where I am in
relation to other things. For Prague that means I have little islands around
the metro stops I use where I’m fairly familiar with what’s around, and when I
have nothing better to do I ride the trams to fill in the foggy areas and
connect my little islands. Except for in the middle of the Old Town Square
because the streets are too narrow and there’s no fucking logic. Anyway, in
Berlin because we’d done nothing but walk and drive, I was able to look at the
map and mostly figure out where it was. Emily’s got some pretty funny pictures
of me trying to explain to Sara that East was actually behind us and we needed
to go south a little bit, and as I lose my patience my arm gestures get bigger.
Finally she capitulated and I played Magellan for our little group. There’s
also a picture of me holding the map upside down. In my defense, we were
walking south and I was trying to visualize if we needed to turn left or right.
We got to the wall, took some
pictures, acted like assholes, walked back the direction we came to see the
parliament building, and headed back to the hotel, which involved using the
Metro, which I am still not good at figuring out in Prague, much less Berlin.
We also decided, while dicking around on the platform, that our whole day had
more or less been an indie film – nothing really important happened, it was a
character study full of strange but entertaining interactions between strange
people – and Sara dubbed it Walking While
Swimming. Back to the hotel, then dinner, and then back to the hotel again.
Sara and I scalded our skin off in the shower (again), then climbed into bed and
started reading. We stayed up talking about boys and school, which for us meant
a feminist discussion of who should pay for the check, and how disillusioned we
are with our classmates lack of intellectual hunger. Also trading first
impressions of each other, which made me giggle. I didn’t have a strong
reaction to her, I just automatically lumped her in with Sabrina and Emily as
“quiet, nerdy, shy, maybe a little awkward.” Of course now that I know her, the
only one of those that’s true is “nerdy.” She said her first impression of me
was “hipster girl from DU” which made me laugh. I mean, it’s not necessarily
untrue, I am a hipster, but I like to think that I’m the proto-hipster because
I liked all this crap before it was cool to be uncool, and I will continue to
like it afterwards. Although bright red skinny jeans, matching lipstick, short
ass hair and eyebrow piercings don’t really help my case.
Sunday we slept in, though I had a
horrible nightmare where I was
tossed down a cobblestone street Aztec style. Hard to sleep much after that. We
had breakfast, and I went for a walk and waxed pensive. Always something nice,
and I’ve yet to find anything that brings me quite as much peace as plugging my
headphones in and wandering no where in particular. I don’t recall what was
bothering me in detail, only I know I was feeling… uneasy. I wish I could
remember what about. I think it might have something to do with Berlin being
the most “American” experience I’ve had since getting to Europe, and it was disquieting
to think that as profound a time I am having, in the grand scheme of things, it
is impermanent. I hate that. But it’s hard to stay upset on a beautiful Sunday
afternoon walking around neighborhoods that look like they belong on a
postcard.
We piled back on the bus, with a
short, maybe hour, stop in Potsdam where the Allies split up Germany and
Berlin. Sara, of course, was as pleased as you can imagine. Also, a funny thing happened on the way out of Potsdam.
We were driving through a neighborhood full of these beautiful, old houses like
the ones in the Wash Park area at home, and I found myself imagining taking
care of one of those houses, and what my kitchen would be like, and if we’d
have a tree house or a swing set in the back for the kids, and hosting Christmas
dinners and my someone special do the dishes afterwards and how very well I
think I’d sleep at night if that was my reality. And then I realized I’d been
thinking that way all weekend. German kids must be cuter than Czech kids,
because every time I saw a family I starting thinking about the places I’d like
to vacation with my kids. JESUS CHRIST I JUST WROTE THAT SENTENCE. My kids. Oh
my god, what is in the water there that this is something I’m actually thinking
about with anything other than horror?! But I think it’s the Europe thing.
Specifically, I think it’s the Prague thing. The emphasis on things instead of people making you
happy is so far and away removed from the American idea of purchasing
happiness, that its become very easy to put my happiness in terms of the
relationships around me. Also, since to spend time with my friends I have to talk to them instead of go out and get
dinner or what have you, I’ve been getting closer to a select few. I think it
might have something to do with that, with a shift in what’s important to me. I
think it might also have something to do with the fact that these classes are
so under stimulating that I’m not getting any sort of satisfaction from them,
which is kind of a projection of my career.
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