Berlin, a torn apart city.
I’m not sure if many of you know, but I actually have direct German heritage. Both my Grandparents on my father’s side (my Oma and Opa) fled the war in Germany to start a new life in Australia decades ago.
Walking around this grungy, historic city has been amazing. At first, I wasn’t too sure about it. It wasn’t as lively and initially exciting as I initially thought it would be. The fun in Berlin doesn’t come to you, you have to find it. It’s a very “underground” city. I can easily say that the parties I’ve been to here have been some of the craziest, strangest, and most liberating I’ve ever been to. This city knows how to have fun, but shhh… don’t tell anyone!
Learning about the history of Germany, the Jewish community and the wars have really struck a chord with me. I never knew that this is what my Grandparents went through, and I never really understood the extent of the Holocaust. This is a really damaged city that has had the ability to withstand so much corruption, pain and torture. I suppose that’s why it feels so somber when walking the streets today. You can feel the history and past as you walk around.
Berlin, you’ve been amazing.