We took a much-delayed trip to Berlin over the Columbus Day. Alexandra was off on Friday as well as Monday, so Sue and I took Friday off too and we made a four-day trip of it. We took the train both ways, however, so it was really two days on the train and two days in Berlin.
It worked out fine, considering. I had gotten some extra money for a trip I took, and we put it into getting a better hotel. The only problem was the hotel put its extra money into looking all modern and stark, and not into being a comfy and family-friendly. They could have spared a few more bucks for mattresses, too, at those prices. On the plus side, it was clean, quiet and conveniently located, so all was not lost.
On Saturday we went to the zoo (of course), which is right downtown, and the huge KaDeWe department store (the biggest on the continent, they claim). We walked around downtown, saw fountains, landmarks, monuments and assorted whatnot. Sunday we took the bus tour, which was nice. We saw all the major sites around the inner part of the city and got to bop around by the Brandenburger Tor for a while.
That was kind of freaky, actually. I was stationed in Berlin from 1986 to 1989, and covered Reagan’s visit as a temporary add-on to the White House Press corps (yes, I’m ashamed now). I took photos of Reagan as he gave his famous “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall” speech. East German guards were watching from atop the Brandenburger Tor in what appeared, through my zoom lens, to be a machine gun nest. Sunday last I was having a mocha at a Starbucks just a hundred yards or so on the other side and watching mimes work the crowd for euro. That was the biggest difference to me. Sure, Potsdamer Platz was something to see, but it looked like no place I remember in Berlin, so it didn’t seem odd or shocking. There were other things, like the new, huge train station, all the additional government buildings and whatnot, but that stuff was new and in places I wasn’t as familiar with. The Tor, however, was something else. Pretty amazing, and satisfying, in its own way. I’m not saying I earned my Cold War medal and all that Berlin service stuff just so I could have a mocha where the commies used to have target practice on their own citizens. But If you’d seen the old East Berlin the benefits of capitalism were easy to spot.
After our bus tour we took a break, then went to the Allied Museum, formerly known as the community library. I served right in the headquarters of the old U.S. Command Berlin, and the museum is in the library and the old theater. The actual headquarters is in use by somebody who still needs locked gates, and the entire PX complex — the nicest, if not the biggest, of its day in Europe — had been levelled. Too bad, that. The housing area was apparently given over to people who needed that kind of low-standard housing. Lots of kids, spray paint and so forth. Not a lot like the rest of that part of town, which was quiet and well-to-do.
A funny thing about our trip was where we ate. The first night we ate passable, if expensive, sushi in the train station. The next night we went into Kreuzburg — not a great part of town, as our taxi driver reminded us — to eat Korean. The last night we ate at an Agrentinian steak house. When I lived in Berlin they used to say that you could eat at a different restaurant every meal for your whole three-year tour and never have to repeat. So going there was a nice break from Garmisch, which is big on Bavarian food (of course) and Italian. There are other places — notably Indian, Thai, Serbian and Chinese — but the Bavarian and Italian predominate.
The two photos are just tidbits. The first is Sue and Alexandra by one of the hundreds of bears that all over the city (the bear is Berlin’s symbol). The second is Alexandra with one of the aforementioned mimes (actors?). She stands there to have photos taken with her. She let Alexandra wear her little mask, then, curtsied. Alexandra did her own little curtsy back and was so cute doing it the mime actually let out a little oh! of surprise. That’s my girl.
The only letdown is that we bought a new camera for the trip. It’s a Samsung compact job we got to complement our bigger digital SLR. It was fairly cheap, and I thought it would do for these kinds of tourist-y photos, but it takes really poor photos. They’re worse, even, than our 5-year-old 2 megapixel camera. Noticeable jaggies and blockiness. I think this one is going back.