In another case of absence and presence, I visited the memorial to the book burning that took place during the Third Reich. The one most well known happened on May 10, 1933 in the Opernplatz —where this memorial is sited—four short months after Hitler became chancellor. A meter square window of plexiglass placed level with […]
It was a blustery day upon my visit to Tuefelsberg, a large hill made of rubble from the clean up after the end of WWII. Due to the wind, there were a large number of people flying kites or simply enjoying the view. It was a strange experience to be standing in relatively bucolic space […]
I don’t feel I was there long enough to develop a long description adequate to this beautiful city on the Elbe, one that stands as proof to the German people’s Romantic period pride at keeping the cultural depth of Greek Civilization alive in the 18th and 19th centuries. (It really is that beautiful.) Yet, being […]
Yesterday, I paid a visit to the Denkmal für die im Nationalsozialismus verfolgten Homosexuellen (Memorial to Homosexuals Persecuted Under Nazism) which which sits across the street from the Denkmal für die ermordeten Juden Europas. Both have some privacy from the other, produced by a stand of scrubby trees. The memorial is a singular stele of similar […]
I had never before been on a guided tour of a gallery before. I like to linger in front of art—going on a tour as swift as this one was frustrating as there wasn’t opportunity for the lengthy gaze authentic aesthetic experience requires. While is was interesting to get swift glimpses at what is a very […]