Posts tagged ‘Berlin’

Fotoeins Friday: Multimodal motion, Berlin Tempelhof

Booze Bar Berlin, Friedrichshain, Berlin, Germany,

Booze Bar Berlin: get your drink on

My friend, Anna, really likes this bar in her neighbourhood. I’m quietly skeptical that any bar is really that good, but I’m game for a drink tonight, and more importantly, I’m polite. The sign greeting us at the entrance is a simple hand-written sign.

“No Shisha, no HappyHour, no Shit: betreutes Trinken …”

“Betreut” has multiple definitions, including “curated”, “maintained”, or “looked after.” I (choose to) interpret the phrase “betreutes Trinken” as “customers will not be served shitty drinks.”

Booze Bar Berlin is already my kind of place.

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Fotoeins Friday: Berlin Westkreuz, 11 and 12

Berlin Mitte ‘Math’: where Euler lived for 23 years


Berlin & 125 successive weekends

The first weekend begins Friday, August 9, 2013, in the German capital city of Berlin.

To the unmistakable sounds of low rumble hustle of traffic and the happy chirps and tweets of birds. That’s strange, because I’m asleep; aren’t I? It’s much better if I’m not, a warm and gentle possibility in the spotlight of my mind.

My eyes struggle to open, brilliant morning light streaming through the open balcony windows and past the billowing room-high drapes. I pad slowly to the source of the light, and part the drapes to see what’s outside. I’m on the 5th-floor apartment of an “Alt Bau” in the city’s Westend. The apartment’s windows face north which means plenty of summer morning light.

I open the bedroom door. She smiles at me, her gaze warm and alive as a summer breeze. “Good morning.”

From that August weekend, I’ve kept a single promise to let her know I’m thinking about her. I’ve sent a text-message every single weekend without fail. Except for one weekend about a year ago when I missed my schedule, and she promptly sent an e-mail asking – no, demanding to know – if things were all right, if I was all right. There’s busy and there’s her kind of busy, and I understand all of it. Her urgent message strikes something solid, commencing the melt for the first time in a very long time.

On December 9, 2015, she asks me to stop.

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