
This was written September 22 but there was a delay and I did not post until today October 12...
Today I finally experienced Berlin by bike. It was a lot to concentrate on - between the bikers, drivers and walkers while also being aware of the 'right-away' at intersections. They have roundabout intersections here (in addition to stoplights) where there is no stop sign and often no yield. But I had my friend to follow - which I am very grateful and so I made my way alright. Well, yeah, besides a minor problem with my hip tonight (it feels out of joint). And Justin, that is because my seat was too low! So I could feel safe and closer to the ground. I must have pulled something trying to do a push off start after a stoplight.
I went to the Guggenheim for the first time (had not been there last September when I visited). It was just okay. A fairly small space. An odd video with swirling movie titles and dates, intersperced with women's names and types of female roles in society (prostitute, secretary, mother etc.) The backdrop was abstract imagery - blurred dinner table with a view of the guests only from the chest down. Very odd. Wish I knew the name of the artist. We stayed in their a long time just for a rest. And then I bought two expensive pencils for friends.
Ate very delicious pizza at a place I don't know the name. Must remember to get the salami/prosciutto one again..mmmmm...and we beat the rush of people. The pizza smelled so good it brought us in off the street. We were about to ride by and had to stop...Oh and the thing with Berlin restaurants and cafe's is that the name is not very prominent usually. No one seems to remember the name of anything. Sometimes I see a cool place I want to go back to - I take a notebook out to jot it down but then I cannot find the name of the place anywhere on the outside. Possibly it is on the awning but it is above me and difficult to see....
I stopped by the Getranke shop to get a bottle of wine on the way home. The man inside asked me in German where I was from. I said 'Ich komme aus Chicago'. He said 'USA?' - ya. He says 'Ich komme aus Iraq. I am your friend' It was so touching...and he was so excited to meet me. We talked for a bit in German and I figured out most of what he was saying! which felt very good. Evidently he used to know English but he has been here for 15 years and so he forgot it. Finally, I had to go but it was nice to get to know someone at one of the neighborhood shops. It is familiarity - those people we talk to regularly who become apart of our routine - that makes things seem okay. alright. comfortable. Too much familiarity would be boring, stagnant I suppose but I need a bit of it to feel apart of things and not removed or outside them. some anchors.



