Citynights So Bright ( a nightly tour )

Thanks for the tour
now i can go back in clouds to breathe a bit ;-)

;-)

Call me back if you do another one
I'll follow you where you want
;-)

SHINE ON

hah!! It seems like you survived the tour :D

yes and i sign for the next one !

wow! What a vote of confidence ;) :))

i trust you !
;-)

wowee... second only to being there... and great music to go with them pix...

Muchísimas gracias, Jorge! Un placer guiarte por mi ciudad de noche (y con loca música) ;)

das passte alles wunderbar zusammen, ein bischen mad, mit der musik dazu, erinnerte ein wenig an "eyes wide shut", the city spiral drawing you in....

jo, genau das isses, Marinkelchen :))) Ich möchte schlafen ... ;)

Große Klasse.

danke, helimars :) Eine Berliner Weiße gefällig zur Abkühlung?

Oh, leider zu spät gelesen, jetzt ists grad nicht so passend. ;))
Aber heute abend dann, danke.

;)

Darn, your good! I like this one even more than the first one. I felt drawn into this tour of Berlin. You definitely convey the feeling of the town - wonderful ambiance.

thanks a lot, Gudrun! I have been living and suffering this city for so long, sticking my nose into every corner, so yes I hope I am able to offer some interesting glimpses into it. :)

ROCKIN' keep up the play! ****

what great music is this?

it's "Swat the Fly" by the Vocal Chordestra :))

Fiaker in Berlin?
Frau fühlt sich ja wie zuhause ! :-)

das war eine H ... Ho ..... Hchtztskutsche ... sorry, das Wort will mir nicht über die Lippen :p

Nächstes Mal will ich mit ;)

:)) das war nun echt ein total nicht geplanter nächtlicher "Todesmarsch". Eigentlich saß ich nur im Café am Hackeschen und wollte es mir gutgehen lassen, dann bekam ich Lust auf einen "kleinen Spaziergang" und dann ergab eins das andere und ich war erst 2 Uhr morgens wieder daheim.

Kann verstehen da du soooo lang unterwegs warst... haste dir danach neue Füße kaufen müssen?

nöö, ich laufe gern und ziemlich unermüdlich, war ja kein Rennen ;)

Bizarr! Aber gut. Mit der Musik zumal. Ich muss mal wieder nach Berlin, mir die Füße ablaufen. Letztes Jahr war ich dreimal da, dieses Jahr noch gar nicht, welche Verfehlung!

stimmt, weiß gar nicht, ob ich noch Nachsicht ob solcher Verfehlung aufbringen kann :D ;)

This is great... I enjoyed getting a sense of the city. I think you captured it well. Not that I would know -- I've never been there!

I'm actually very curious about Germany. My father is German. He moved to the States when he was 26, which was 45 years ago! He spoke no English, learned it, and 10 years later he married my mother, who is American.

For reasons too complex to state here, he never taught me German, nor has he spoken much of his past. I know he is from Dortmund, but that's about it!

The only insight I have into his culture is through the food he would prepare. But even that was "off" because he is mostly vegetarian. An old German who doesn't eat meat!? Strange, I'm sure.

this sounds to me a lot like my own history! War and fascism have disrupted a lot of lives and many Germans are still fighting for finding their real identity after all the abuses and regimes.

This is interesting to me. I wish I knew more Germans. I don't think my father will ever find his identity. He's too old for that now! But he lives a very sheltered existence. He is basically a recluse.

I don't know if that totally results from his background -- I'm sure genetics played a role in it -- but there were certainly traumatic war-related events that led to him needing to shut out the rest of the world.

Yeah that's unfortunately the truth for so many people of those generations, not only Germans of course nut even more so amidst the victim people!! But anyway, the everyday human that is submitted to abusive regimes will always gather many traumas in such times. I have very similar experiences with my mother, who basically was an emotional cripple after having spent her childhood and early youth in WW II.

What year was your mother born? My father was born in 1937. He recalls being bombed. He remembers he lived in an apartment building, and all the tenants hid in the basement. He crouched with his mother and father and sister while the bombs hit. He said it was like an earthquake.

After that, his parents sent him and his sister to a village to live with other children, safe from the war. He lived there for a few years and didn't see his parents at all. When they returned from the village, his father had disappeared, had left his mother. His mother was an emotional cripple from that point forward. Then, a few years later, his sister died of edema, which was caused by malnutrition.

I don't know why I'm telling you all of this! It's just that lately, now that he's getting old, I'm wondering more about this stuff... and wishing he were more forthright with his past.

she was born in the year 30

Vielfältig, tolle Collage!