In memorial to the former "Palast der Republik",
home of ceremonies for "workers of the year" in the
period of the DDR (GDR), I'll post a few pictures found
in Picasa, taken in 2006.
Where comrades shook hands to their leaders,
Berlin recently seeded grass. And made me leaving Berlin
holding a bitter aftertaste of the historical downtown.
Why t..f. do we want to exclusively focus on ONE part of the story,
one important era of Berlin, the former Kingdom of Prussia?
What about the time before, when fisher men used
this place to repair their material and to sell their catch?
Why do we construct memorials to all victims of the
WWII and Nazi Germany while intensly caching that
even in the center of the so beautiful neoclassicism,
Germans build modern golden buildings dedicated
to a folk that was repressed and hunted?
In 2006 my fellow M. and me climbed up all the way
to the roof via small ladders, and after a while saw ourself
in the pseudo-heart of the GDR: The Volkskammer.
Maybe the last time that an eastern-part fellow met a
capitalistic western guy in this pseudo-parlament,
before Berlin covered history :
WITH LEAVES OF GRASS.
Link : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palast_der_republik
we were young and needed the money, man i still remember these day. Was the day of my thesis defence :)...the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning :P
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