Oh the days that we have seen

[selenak]

Some months back, we (meaning my parents & self) were invited to celebrate an 80th birthday in Berlin on December 20th. When we gladly accepted, we thought, might as well arrive a day earlier to stroll through Christmas season Berlin. Which is what we did.

You can guess where this story is going.

(Unless you managed to miss the news entirely. If so, good for you.) Now we, personally, were incredibly lucky. My parents were at the Christmas fair at Breitscheidplatz but an hour before the attack happened; we were telephoning at the time, because we had split up - I was visiting the Jewish Museum to catch a new exhibition there, had to switch off my phone, and wanted to tell them as much in case they'd be trying to reach me in the next two hours. Earlier, we'd visited another of the countless Berlin Christmas fairs, the one at the Gendarmenmarkt, and I had thought about going to the one near the Kaiser-Wilhelm-Gedächtniskirche as well but changed my mind and chose the Jewish Museum instead. My parents & self were all back in our hotel rooms, happily exhausted after an afternoon in Christmassy Berlin, and checking with emails, when the first news about the attack showed up on twitter. If I hadn't gone to tell my parents I was back as well, I'd assumed they might still be there, but again, I was lucky: I already knew they were safe, and they knew I was. Everyone else, though. Oh, everyone else.

Yesterday, we spent the morning walking around numb and clutching at each other, alternatingly grieved for the victims and increasingly infuriated at the vultures from abroad (the usual suspects) and from within the country (Horst Seehofer, making me throw up for about the 1000th time this year) who were yet again using demagogery and hate. Then the birthday happened, which started with everyone standing up in honor of the victims; the speeches all tackled the subject as well. In the evening, we watched the mourning service at the Gedächtniskirche again from our hotel rooms (it was far too crowded to get into the church itself); it was the opposite of the demagogic soundbites, with the Protestant and Catholic bishops as well as a Rabbi and two Imans all speaking of grief and of the importance to not let our values be taken away as well. One of the Advent songs sung was by Jochen Klepper, a German theologian and writer who'd refused to divorce his Jewish wife and, when she was to be deported, committed suicide with her. The song, which inspired some of the speeches, was about both night, and the hope that there will be light again, the proverbial star as hope in the darkest night. Which summed up sounds clichéd, but believe me, in that service, it felt anything but.

Today, we returned to Bamberg. Below the cut I offer some more of the pictures I made both before and after the attack, of Berlin, the city with already much darkness in its history, but also light.



The christmas fair at the Gendarmenmarkt. If you've watched Sense8, they've used the Gendarmenmarkt repeatedly as a location.



Christmas fairy dust, for luck, she said:



Famous British pacifist Vera Brittain, who served as a nurse in WWI and wrote Testament of Youth, is remembered here near the Berlin cathedral at the Spree riverside:



I visited the cemetary at the old St. Matthew's church, where the Brothers Grimm - yes, them - are buried. If you think the tombstones are looking rather new, that's because they are - the original tombstones were destroyed during the WWII bombings.



What's lying on Jacob's grave are drawings by school children, saying thank you for the fairy tales.

The "Theater am Schiffsbauer Damm", Bert Brecht's theatre, where the Berliner Ensemble plays:




The Reichstag, where our Parliament, the Bundestag meets.



The Brandenburg Gate an hour before the attack happened, when everyone was just enjoying the evening:



When the Nice attack happened, and earlier the Charlie Hebdo attack, the colours of the tricolore were projected on the Brandenburg Gate to express solidarity. On December 20th, it was first our own the national colours:



Then they switched to the Berlin flagg:




The Brandenburg Gate now with the emblem for the city of Berlin - the bear and red and white colours - projected on it:



And with this I conclude my two days in Berlin. At the prayer service in the Gedächtniskirche - build next to the ruin of the original church, which was left deliberately unchanged to always remind us where the ultimate consequences of hate and nationalism lead to - , the bishops mentioned Aleppo, where so many more died, are still dying, with their night ongoing. In comparison, "twelve" sounds like a small number. I am very aware. But each life is infinitely unique and precious. If as the Talmud says everyone who saves a life saves a world, then every loss is that of a world as well.

Comments

[misbegotten]

Oh. Oh. Oh.

::hugs::

[musesfool]

*hugs*

[saturnofthemoon]

I am so glad you and your family are alright.

[likeadeuce]

*hugs*

Thank you for sharing this beauty in the midst of loss.

[watervole]

Hug.

[felis]

<3

Thank you for this post. I wasn't surprised at all by what happened, but it's still a bit strange when it's your own country at last. And your pictures made me miss Berlin, even though I can't say how I'd feel if I was still there now.

[lilacsigil]

I had no idea you were in Berlin, and I'm glad you and your parents are safe and well.

[st_aurafina]

Oh, I just got to this entry - I'm so glad you're okay, and your parents. And I'm so full of sorrow for the hurts that have been done.

[littlerhymes]

I'm so sorry, and I'm glad you and your parents are safe.

[fallingtowers]

I had no idea you were in Berlin when all of this was going down. I'm glad to hear that you and your parents are safe!

[falena]

I'm glad you and your parents are safe.

[msilverstar]

How weird and horrible all this violence, I wish we knew how to work against it better. My heart goes out to you and to the victims and their families.