Day 324 - Berlin Bash

Trip Start Nov 07, 2010
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Trip End Jan 01, 2012


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Monday, September 26, 2011

In Berlin life moves at a different pace. We stomp and crash and revel through the night.  Dancing and drinking and partying until the dawn.  Electronic music is the soundtrack to this town and friendly smiles are easy to find in the dimly lit, ambiguously hip lounges across the city.  The hours of the twilight slip away amidst thumping beats, clinking drinks and the lost art of locking eyes in endless conversation.  Before we know it, the sun is coming up over the barren grey streets and the music is still blasting and shaking - rattling you to your bones.  A dazed subway ride and a short walk later and we're home.  An eclectic mix of friends we’ve found.  We’re surfing a couch in the heart of the Turkish district with four or five friendly Berliners.  The number is always changing at the flat though, as friends, lovers and other roommates come and go.  It’s a kind of enclave for the wild, young, creative soul that thrives here in this mash of steel and concrete called a city.  Everyone has their own unique style and flavor, and when combined it makes a kind of bittersweet cacophony that somehow seems to work as a well oiled machine.  From our fellow world traveler and daytime coder Maik who put us up in the first place, to Caro, the quiet but sarcastic artist and cartoonist, and Sophia the black haired rebel girl with a twisted smile on her face and fire in her blood.  It’s an oddly assorted gang of strangers that all live under one roof and exemplify the crazy extremes of this random but beautiful city.  A sharp change from the historic mélange of well preserved buildings and cathedrals in Prague, Berlin has seen the face of war.  The hollow echoes of a city under siege and a people divided is barely noticeably anymore, but if you listen hard enough and keep your eyes open you can see fragments of that time - marks of the past that left it scarred but not broken.  The wall’s come down now, and with it, it seems, so have all inhibitions.  This is a city of youth, of energy, of culture and music, of history and art, and parties that last days long.  There’s no pause between the spaces it breathes, constantly humming and vibrating like an old diesel machine idling away the time.  The bars never close and the tram never stops, and there’s always someone perched on a seat at one or the other.  Sitting at a corner café under the lazy shade of an awning - the noise of the streets ringing in my ear like a discordant melody - sipping black coffee and watching the people stream by, you can’t help but get caught up in that feeling of life.  Of a city that never sleeps and a people always on the move.  They come in all shapes and all sizes, from the far reaches of Germany to Turkey, Africa and the Middle East.  The blend is a diverse mix of backgrounds and colors, accenting the white washed walls of paint stripped buildings.  This place is teaming with their sea of faces, a concoction of stern, cold, hard lines and the odd innocent smile.  During the day, some work and some play, but at night they all let their inner child rave.  And when the sun drifts below skyscrapers on the horizon and the evening fades to shades of purple and black, it comes alive again to rage and crash till the morning light.  An endless cycle and we’re caught in the swirl.  Berlin has captured our imaginations like nothing before.
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