The next day, we grabbed the S-Bahn
over to the central part of Berlin. Most of what was
considered central Berlin was just over the Berlin Wall in
the former East Berlin. The Brandenberg Gate (a tourist
hyperelectromagnet) sits on the western edge, with the Unter
den Linden stretching out to the east. South of the
Brandenberg gate was a desolate land of granite
ministries...
Now central Berlin is one big-ass
construction zone. Just imagine a whole spanking new
downtown, full of shopping and restaurants and apartments,
all going up in brand spanking new gleaming stone and metal
and glass buildings... Got that picture in your head? If you
don't, just imagine any big new American downtown like
Dallas or Atlanta or Denver. Take away the acres of cheap
parking, and you've got the new Berlin. It was enough to
make Chris ask "What if they built a city and no one
came?"
Just count the
cranes above! Potsdamer Platz was one of the
busiest intersections in the world in the 1920's,
until it turned into a big empty field after World
War II. Now, thanks to Sony and other
multinationals, it won't be empty anymore, just
big.
Chris in front of
the old East German (DDR) parliament
building.
On Friday evening around 5:00, we walked through central
Berlin, from the Brandenberg Gate to the television tower,
and not a soul was around.
The East German parliament building was pretty amusing.
There was a mysterious three story high pyramid in front,
covered in orange and brown swirls. Then, someone had the
clever idea of painting a big eyeball in the empty space
where the DDR shield was (you can see it in the picture on
the left). Graffiti covered a good part of the lower
stories, too.
Those state architects really had a thing for
copper-colored reflective glass in the 1980's, and most
important buildings were smothered in the stuff. This
parliament building was smothered in something else too:
asbestos. A big chain link fence now keeps the citizenry
away.
The next day, we finally did decide to go up in that big
television tower.
Bear and
Marmot in Germany and the Czech Republic
Into and Around
Berlin, page 2