Although a whole week has gone, I keep returning to
one of my first impressions of the City and the type of people that life here.
Getting to explore a Flea-market on Pentecost, there were collages and posters
hanging from everywhere. The man running the stand turned out to be an American
from Cincinnati, he moved to Berlin 11 years ago and had no intention to return
to the states unless a relation fell sick. Like the Italian woman from the
night before, he was a firm believer that Berlin had everything one needed in
Berlin, and how anything was possible in the city alone. Honestly I had never
met anyone who seemed to have sworn to such a clear belief, and was finally
feeling the magic of the city reach even further into my mind. A man more
interested in the history of the country than the contemporary art that the
Italian woman, he explained that he knew of where to look for the history that
survived and morphed with the future of the city. The Poster seller then told
me to cross the street where you could see find bullet holes left in the walls
of multiple buildings, meant to be a reminder to not forget the past. Having a
week under my belt, I can see why he never wanted to leave.
Below is 3 of the posters I then purchased from the guy, The charcoal doodle is just something I was working on after meeting him.
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