Reminiscing a bit today. I consider myself very lucky to have been to Berlin three times. Each time I’ve visited, I’ve been fascinated by its history and its evolving identity.
As a city, Berlin has experienced a very dramatic 100 years; celebrating triumphs and suffering devastation time and time again. I have never spent more than five consecutive days in Berlin, so I am ill qualified to comment with any real depth of understanding. But in passing through, I have noticed the layers of the past which still manifest themselves in the architecture, on the streets and throughout the infrastructure. The differences between East and West are still very evident if you take the time to look. There is no escape from history, for the tourists or the Berliners themselves. And perhaps that’s the way it should be.
I love looking through my photographs; jogging my memory. The first time I visited Berlin was in 2006. I had just finished my second year studying Architecture and spent most of the Summer driving around Europe in my then boyfriend’s Peugeot 206. I was very much a tourist. I liked taking pictures, but hadn’t yet taken up photography with any great commitment…
The second time was in February 2009, when I visited a very good friend of my young man who was living in Berlin at the time. I saw more of the city by night than by day and it snowed.
The third time was only six months later in the Summer of 2009. In my mind this visit was just gorgeous; full of colour and warmth.
Like most cities Berlin is full of life, energy and creativity, but to me there is definitely something unique about it and I’d visit again and again… and again.