November 27, 2017

The other day I went to Kreuzberg to buy yarn. This bridge, the Oberbaum Bridge, connects Friedrichshain to Kreuzberg, the old East Berlin to the old West Berlin.

It’s so surreal to imagine the Berlin wall, to grasp that it was impossible to cross this bridge back in the days.

I have a friend who tried to escape East Berlin by swimming over the river close to this bridge, he got caught and put in prison.

On this day I took my camera out with the mission to take pictures I usually don’t take, trying to find something new. I think I said NO! out loud at least ten times to myself when pointing the camera at something by impulse. I don’t know if it’s a good thing to work against my spontaneity, we’ll see.

Some of these pictures (not the second one for sure) are, to me, a little bit different from my regular style, or what would you say?

Also, I hope it’s easier to comment on this blog than on the old one. I installed some kind of anti-spam plug-in which hopefully only removes spam and not the kind comments from you. This way, you don’t need to write in a code to prove you’re not a robot.

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  • Reply Sara Krohn November 27, 2017 at 3:44 pm

    This is one of my favorite posts because, on top of the beauty of the images, there is the story of the bridge and a bit about the wall coming down, and your friend’s experience. What a brave person. I hope things are going well for him now, and for everyone else. From my point of view in the west, I was so shocked and glad when the wall came down. I may feel the same when ’45’ (our current President) is gone. We will need a bridge of another kind to work things out in this country.

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