and the profane
an uncanny resemblance
On “the mysterious quality peculiar to…photographs”:
“One has the impression…of something stirring in them, as if one caught small sighs of despair…as if the pictures had a memory of their own and remembered us, remembered the roles we, the survivors, and those no longer among us had played in our former lives.” W.G. Sebald, Austerlitz
the last building built under the DDR
The Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe seems constructed for the express purpose of a clever game of hide and seek.
Berlin seems to be a city at the confluence of time–everything is either brand new or eternal, in the process of being destroyed or re-created. It is beautiful and sad and memorable. Memory is everywhere–the city demonstrates to you that you are not alone, that there has always been someone here before, and that this too shall pass.
Berlin, 13 August – 18 August 2010
That is a very apt and beautiful bit of writing at the end, m’dear.. mmm.
Sehr schön! Und nächstes Mal noch einmal Berlin und dann Hamburg!