Thursday Part I
Jul. 31st, 2008 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sister_luckThursday, of course, was Obama Day in Berlin.
We started it fairly leisurely with an underground ride to Potsdamer Platz to see the new buildings that have sprung up there since the fall of the wall. I must confess that I don't like it there much, as most of the buildings are so generic, like the hotel that looks like a 1930s New York skyscraper.
The Sony Centre (ooops, apparently it is correctly spelled the American way as Center) is redeemed by its roof construction which you can see in the following two pictures.
We walked back towards the Brandenburg Gate stopping at the Holocaust Memorial. This time I didn't take any pictures, but there are some here. There was a small girl, who could have been Sinti, running around between the stones asking everyone: "Speak English?". I don't know whether she was trying to beg or what, but the whole situation made me very uncomfortable.
On our way to find some decent coffee we walked past the back entrance of the Hotel Adlon where a small crowd had formed in anticipation of the arrival of the senator from Illinois. Some onlookers were journalists, some were ordinary Berliner, others were Secret Service guys.
We started it fairly leisurely with an underground ride to Potsdamer Platz to see the new buildings that have sprung up there since the fall of the wall. I must confess that I don't like it there much, as most of the buildings are so generic, like the hotel that looks like a 1930s New York skyscraper.
The Sony Centre (ooops, apparently it is correctly spelled the American way as Center) is redeemed by its roof construction which you can see in the following two pictures.
We walked back towards the Brandenburg Gate stopping at the Holocaust Memorial. This time I didn't take any pictures, but there are some here. There was a small girl, who could have been Sinti, running around between the stones asking everyone: "Speak English?". I don't know whether she was trying to beg or what, but the whole situation made me very uncomfortable.
On our way to find some decent coffee we walked past the back entrance of the Hotel Adlon where a small crowd had formed in anticipation of the arrival of the senator from Illinois. Some onlookers were journalists, some were ordinary Berliner, others were Secret Service guys.
