The start of Reichstag visit was run through series of well-run passages for crowd control remiscent of cattle herding. Once we got up to the dome we were free to roam. The views are gorgeous, photos don't do it justice. The upper portion of the building and the glass dome with the serpentine walkways to the top appear to be growing right out of the old classical foundations complete with the royal crowns and lyons. Indoubtedly intentional and lovely.
Next we did the round of Branderburg gate, museum island including Neue museum with the spectacular bust of Nefertititi, and finished our planned daily activities at the Alexanderplatz. Enjoyed the street show of the mad inventor with animatronic pan-handling horse and fire-breathing dragon.
We walked to the lovely artistic haven of Auguststrasse and stopped by the Neue sinagogue.
Fascinating and sad story. Gorgeous huge sinagogue built with the assumption that Jews were equal to others - ostentatious Neo-Moorish architectire with luxurious vestibule that opened right onto the street as opposed to be hidden somewhere in a courtyard. With its three storied galleries and frescos at its heyday it was big enough to fot 3.6k attendees. At this point the facade and the dome all that’s around with a small but excellent museum built to tell its story.
One narrative that struck a new chord was that when Germans came to power and started to solve the Jewish problem one thing they did first was deporting the Polish Jews that came around the the WWI and had lived and worked there for several decades. In a manner reminiscent to ‘Catch and release’ males were taken over the Polish border and released in hopes that the wifes and children will follow. General indifference of the German Jewish communities, German population as a whole, and the rest of the world emboldened the Nazis to keep going, in a manner of boiling a frog. Are we there yet?
Fast forward to today... with the armed cops outside the sinagogue doors are a sad reminder that it is never over.
Sad and morose, we sought comfort in a quaint Tadjik teahouse in a courtyard next door. There seated on the pillows and carpets on the floor we were entertained with a variety of interesting teas (Pushkin is black tea with vodka, Sex sect, the old Tadjik favorite, is iced Ceylon with sugar and Prosecco) and Russian food served a lovely Tadjik girl who spoke German, Russian, and English, and presumably Tadjik.
Incidentally the languge of choice is Russian here. We hear it in the restaurants, museums, and playgrounds. Most of the service personnel are Russian, Turkish, or Polish :) Then again Berlin is one of the most international towns in the world.
We walked back to the hotel stopping by at decidedly not-child proof playground in the park that had some tree course features without the safety harnesses. With Georgia’s support by my side I’ve survived my tree walk.