“as the sun goes down the techno beings spill onto the street drinking and talking in their strange and foreign tongue”
Germany has always existed as a mysterious and desirable destination in my imagination.
Land of my heritage, my great grandparents on my mother’s side originated from Germany before crossing the great expansive ocean to relocate in Australia. My grandmother on my father’s side also lived and worked in Germany in the years after the second world war. Displaced and desperate she also boarded a ship bound for South Australia to try her luck in a new and unknown land. In my mind’s eye these distant histories of relatives living in Germany were always accompanied with images of lush green countryside, sweeping vistas and dense forests. In June of 2010 I took a trip to Berlin to visit some old friends, to create new memories and to walk amongst the legacy of my ancestors. Upon arriving in the city the sky was a plume of feathers raining white dandelion clocks floating in the wind. It looked as if the entire city had experienced a huge pillow fight with fluffy spores from the flowering tree-lined streets filtering through windows, casually dancing in the atmosphere. Berlin is sweetly scented and as the sun goes down the techno beings spill onto the street drinking and talking in their strange and foreign tongue. The layout of the city is most appealing, cosmopolitan yet not overly pretentious and very child friendly. The architecture is stately and ordered like the German people and there is none of the chaotic stack upon stack that you find in New York. The city is surrounded by parks and fauna; immense walls of flowers and roses, picturesque and relaxed. It is a place oozing creative energy and inspiration. Street art is everywhere and as the city reveals itself one can’t help but notice the delicate light, the sudden bursts of color and the thrill of being exotic in an exotic land.