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Moto Madness: Take Two, Electric Boogaloo
Jun. 14th, 2007 06:28 pmAfter being in all of these old European cities, something that strikes me as funny about Berlin is that it seems so... new. And there's something that you don't realize, and aren't exposed to even growing up in New York City.
Berlin, after being bombed, was a HUSK. And sure, Berlin might have been an appropriate military target. But Dresden? Uh, no. There was nothing there. And it was a husk too.
Being here in Berlin, I saw all these photos of Berlin after World War II, and it was sort of heartbreaking. Willi took this photo in the Kaiser Wilhelm memorial. The church had been this extraordinary thing to behold, and was just a shell after it'd been bombed. So instead of repairing it (which I guess was too difficult), they took the pieces that were left over and constructed this hideous thing which should be so beautiful but instead was put together like Lego Church Blocks by some foreign douchebag architect. It was just sad.
So yeah, there's an ugliness to the contemporary structures in Berlin. It's sort of like whoever put them together didn't care. They are clearly there for utility and not beauty. Cold, grey concrete with tiny homogenous windows. I can only imagine how bleak it looks in the winter. Willi says it's freezing too.
Willi and I took today to rent our scooter instead of yesterday. Of course, we'd started the day late and the instructions from scooter-rent.de were less than specific. So we ended up going all the way to Ruhleben (which I learned how to pronounce) and walking forever, only to end up at this place in the middle of nowhere that insisted Willi have his passport with him to drive the scooter.
So we caught a random bus, found our way back to the S-Bahn and back to Charlottenburg to get his passport. Thankfully, they had another branch in the Potsdamer Platz and finally, after 2 hours of annoyance, we were moped-ed.
One of the reasons that hanging out with Willi again has been so cool has been our reminiscences of Africa. It's really quite difficult acclimating to "normal" life because sure, you can add your little Africa references in here and there, but no one really gets them. Willi and I though, we've been all over. There and back again. And we have a hundred laughs. He even brought me a bag of Uganda Waragi and tonight, before he left to Greifswald, we had UG and Sprite together. Cheersing is awesome.
Anyway, remember when we rented a moto in Congo? Today was sort of like that :) There's something about riding together that bonds people, I think. I was cranky this morning, and after zipping around the city, everything just felt right again. We had currywurst and made plans to meet in Madrid next year too.
I am also officially a motorcycle junky. There's something about riding (and this time with a helmet!) that thrills me beyond belief. I can't get enough. And then it's time to return the scooter. And I cry! And also walk.
My command of German has gotten no better, but Willi says it is not really my fault. There are words that he laughs and repeats for me over and over, and I will probably never remember how to pronounce them. Like Kaisergedächtniskirche . It means "Kaiser's Memorial Church." But when German adds all sorts of qualifiers to nouns, they can get really long and complicated. I look at that word and don't even have a CLUE how to START pronouncing. I just hiss and spit some phlegm and hope it's a close enough approximation. Willi actually made a recording of what it's *supposed* to sound like. Maybe I'll upload it!
So, I've gotta pack tonight. And hide my meat. My tour of Berlin has been completely non-touristy. But absolutely brilliant, and filled with some of the best shawarma I've ever eaten, from this area that was a dead-on ringer for the East Village. Right down to the pretentious dreadlocked hipsters. I really felt like I knew the subway system well at the end. I love the S-Bahn, but man is the U-Bahn hot and smelly. The Alex costs 8.50€ but was still fun to do as a tourist attraction. But I really went ALL over, and that part always gives me a thrill. Plus, shawarma.
I'm on such a high. How will I sleep when I can barely even sit still? I'll pack, for sure. And watch Heroes on alluc.org. Home tomorrow! Woa!
Berlin, after being bombed, was a HUSK. And sure, Berlin might have been an appropriate military target. But Dresden? Uh, no. There was nothing there. And it was a husk too.
Being here in Berlin, I saw all these photos of Berlin after World War II, and it was sort of heartbreaking. Willi took this photo in the Kaiser Wilhelm memorial. The church had been this extraordinary thing to behold, and was just a shell after it'd been bombed. So instead of repairing it (which I guess was too difficult), they took the pieces that were left over and constructed this hideous thing which should be so beautiful but instead was put together like Lego Church Blocks by some foreign douchebag architect. It was just sad.
So yeah, there's an ugliness to the contemporary structures in Berlin. It's sort of like whoever put them together didn't care. They are clearly there for utility and not beauty. Cold, grey concrete with tiny homogenous windows. I can only imagine how bleak it looks in the winter. Willi says it's freezing too.
Willi and I took today to rent our scooter instead of yesterday. Of course, we'd started the day late and the instructions from scooter-rent.de were less than specific. So we ended up going all the way to Ruhleben (which I learned how to pronounce) and walking forever, only to end up at this place in the middle of nowhere that insisted Willi have his passport with him to drive the scooter.
So we caught a random bus, found our way back to the S-Bahn and back to Charlottenburg to get his passport. Thankfully, they had another branch in the Potsdamer Platz and finally, after 2 hours of annoyance, we were moped-ed.
One of the reasons that hanging out with Willi again has been so cool has been our reminiscences of Africa. It's really quite difficult acclimating to "normal" life because sure, you can add your little Africa references in here and there, but no one really gets them. Willi and I though, we've been all over. There and back again. And we have a hundred laughs. He even brought me a bag of Uganda Waragi and tonight, before he left to Greifswald, we had UG and Sprite together. Cheersing is awesome.
Anyway, remember when we rented a moto in Congo? Today was sort of like that :) There's something about riding together that bonds people, I think. I was cranky this morning, and after zipping around the city, everything just felt right again. We had currywurst and made plans to meet in Madrid next year too.
I am also officially a motorcycle junky. There's something about riding (and this time with a helmet!) that thrills me beyond belief. I can't get enough. And then it's time to return the scooter. And I cry! And also walk.
My command of German has gotten no better, but Willi says it is not really my fault. There are words that he laughs and repeats for me over and over, and I will probably never remember how to pronounce them. Like Kaisergedächtniskirche . It means "Kaiser's Memorial Church." But when German adds all sorts of qualifiers to nouns, they can get really long and complicated. I look at that word and don't even have a CLUE how to START pronouncing. I just hiss and spit some phlegm and hope it's a close enough approximation. Willi actually made a recording of what it's *supposed* to sound like. Maybe I'll upload it!
So, I've gotta pack tonight. And hide my meat. My tour of Berlin has been completely non-touristy. But absolutely brilliant, and filled with some of the best shawarma I've ever eaten, from this area that was a dead-on ringer for the East Village. Right down to the pretentious dreadlocked hipsters. I really felt like I knew the subway system well at the end. I love the S-Bahn, but man is the U-Bahn hot and smelly. The Alex costs 8.50€ but was still fun to do as a tourist attraction. But I really went ALL over, and that part always gives me a thrill. Plus, shawarma.
I'm on such a high. How will I sleep when I can barely even sit still? I'll pack, for sure. And watch Heroes on alluc.org. Home tomorrow! Woa!
