This is post #17 of our Dublin-Berlin trip, for Saturday, September 22, 2018 (part 2).
Cool tourist.
Another cool tourist, in front of a toxic waste wall panel.
The panels of the wall were painted shortly after the wall came down, and as The East Side Gallery website notes, they:
“are for the joy of came down of the wall, for the overcoming of the Iron Curtain in Europe, the euphoria over the peace -won freedom of the persecution, spying and lack of freedom, the hope for a better, more human society. For personal stories, hopes and dreams.”
After sitting through two videos at the other Berlin Wall site, I can attest to the feeling of joy and elation at seeing the wall come down. More information can be found at their website as well as Wikipedia.
What follows are some of the more interesting panels. Interestingly, the border was the river, and this was merely the wall that guarded that border, creating a dead zone (as shown at the other site). I found people’s reaction to the panels almost as interesting as the wall itself, so I include a lot of tourists in these photos. Click on any to enlarge.
Tired, we head over to the train station nearby and see this:
We wait, and the next train comes.
Another nutcracker shop for Dave to check out.
A look up the street from the Nutcracker shop. We are near Hackesche Hofe, so we stop in to see all the courtyards.
No buying, but instead, we head home, arriving just in time to see the treats go out for the Chocolate Happy Hour. We snag a couple.
After a break, we head out for dinner, past this cool fire escape stairway (above) and colorfully painted trash dumpster area (below).
We got into the Indonesian restaurant and when confronted with this, asked the other couple at our table (who were leaving), what they had. I think we tried to understand the menu, and the owner was most helpful in trying to help us. We ended up with this:
Those half-spherical discs are rice crackers.
More texture, than flavor, was my assessment, but Dave liked his food. It’s an early night for both of us, and we crash.
The Traveled Mind 