It has been a full circle. Berlin to Bonn, London, Hamburg, Amsterdam, Paris, Barcelona and now back to Berlin. Plans changed. Ideas changed. Questions changed. Attitudes shifted, weight was lifted, discoveries were found. This crazy idea to go to Europe was realized and now is imbedded in my bones. A shift that is unexplainable and detailed. There is a feeling in each country, even in each city. I can make generalizations, but it feels unfulfilled. I can put it all in boxes and separate the boarders further than they already are, but it seems like all is running parallel. There is a place for each group of people and learned, or unlearned societal norms. I can talk about the history, about the government, war, repression, victories, religion, and bars, but it is all arbitrary when you walk into a hostile at 2am after an emergency train ride to Berlin before ANOTHER train strike, and you get greeted with people that feel familiar immediately. The connection is humanity, seeing a person as a person, an animal as a beautiful soul, and have care for fish. I have met many like minded people at shows that I have attended and this is comforting and inspiring. When I ask what is the difference between America and Europe, the first thing that comes to mind is the transportation system. There is freedom on the rail. I do not feel trapped in a small town when I am in a city like Berlin. I do not feel limited to my own ideas here, people readily have been open to share ideas. I met a friend on the train and instead of continuing separate ways we are meeting up tonight.
I am sitting in my hostile in Berlin. The wifi only works in the main area. The main area is a bar with separate rooms with black leather couches. The table I am sitting at is dark chipped wood, with classic wooden chairs chairs. It is 12:08 am and this is the first time I am sitting down. The receptionist is telling me to go outside to see the fire spinning show. How am I supposed to write about what I am doing when I never have time to sit down?
In the hostile I am staying in (Berlin) I have met two people who have spoken to me about Darwinism. One attitude was that there was no afterlife, that everything was black. They understood that energy never dies. This to me is like a candle that is lit and blown out. The body is a vessel for the flame of life that holds the fire that will go out, but the potential for fire never dies. Fire can burn any vessel. He was also a very extreme socialist. He believed in the collective, more than the individual. Like a flame, he saw that we are all the same spirit.
The fundamental principle to how a society functions is a moral compass that subconsciously or consciously directs individual actions.
When I read the myths of German folklore all of the characters actions are based on a belief system that is ruling them. What is the difference between a God and a heathen, their perception? What we worship external is a reflection of what is inside.
When I walk through a city I see only what catches my eye. What catches an others eye may be completely different. What I see is built upon my perception. And yes, I have an agenda, without an anticipated outcome.
Some of the oldest houses in Germany were built in the 14th century. The LVR-Freilicht Museum is a great example of the beginning to building a city. Tied by the scriptures carved into the door frames, the tiny cathedral and the wine press, a village turned into a city. Over time technology advanced with investors of interest. What was all cobblestone and dirt before is slowly being paved with smooth streets now. Before sky scrapers the villages were quiet, without cars, beeping transit lines, and the electronic drone.
The ways of the village were simple.
Presses for wine
tools for woodworking,
wooden barrels for butter
dried herbs for tea
crosses for protection
churches for divination
drawers for clothes
The road is made of mud and cobblestone
The village is a tightnit space where bread is baked fresh
The beds are tiny and when a person dies the stayed in the house for days
for the family to say their final goodbyes
The steeple is a tiny house
where prayers are lit with candle light
The doors are etched with words
around the outside
The past is praised in museums
We are standing on the shoulders of graves
Moving on with the future
is like trucking the past on the cracked cobblestone
The cobblestones are heavy
and old houses are bought to be moved into a museum.
Travel has been the remedy to see all of the invitations
To cast security away and find reverence in every story untold
of the history that lives in the walls heavy with story like a cobblestone
The story of how things are the way they are now
The old is mixed with the new
History is preserved and destroyed
A constant debate
Do we hold the time we have now
With the reverence we have for the past
How can we see what will be missed later?
When we destroy history
As developments grew, society was imbedded with the interpretation of the bible set by the catholic, and now christian moral compass. My thesis is that what people believe, is how they behave.
My time in London allowed me to see the extant of the wealth of the royal families. The wealth of the people also seems high. The people in the subway were more rushed than anywhere I have seen in Europe. It genuinely felt like a race, a place to get out of the way. The people were dressed nice in white and tan colors a lot. They all must work hard if they hardly have time to walk slow. The people pay taxes to both the parliament and monarch.
Under God lives royalty
Drinking from golden bowls
drenched in gorgeous luxury
While peasants pray to have their sins forgiven
While the king changes religion
in search of an heir to the throne
in a wives body
The facade of the church falls away
King Henry’s heir is the daughter
of the wife he beheaded
All books burnt
speak to us now
to be written again
I don’t have any answers about what is right, or what is wrong. Christian, catholic, paegan, monotheism, polytheism, monarchy, patriarchy, socialism or darwinism.
It is clear though, that each country has its own style. Berlin is a place that is not concerned with cacky pants. It is in fact cheap and sexy. When I return to Berlin I feel like the world opens up. One plot of land, several districts and I can’t believe I’m coming back to the states in 2 days.