Berlin. The original
destination for this entire trip. The
city I’ve endlessly talked about the entire year, waiting for the moment I
could finally be back in the city that so effortlessly defined me and even more
than that, was me.
Lots of people have asked me, “Why German?” or even better, “Why
Berlin?” And to tell you the truth, I
have no idea. Part of it was because I
wasn’t really interested in learning Spanish, French, or Latin in school, but
part of me was also puzzled when I started learning German and fell completely in
love. It was one of those gut instincts
that I knew I was doing the right thing and making the right decisions.
As for Berlin? Call
it weird, but I always knew I would come here.
It was another one of those feelings that I knew I would love it. Before coming here the first time, I always
wondered if I had built up this fantasy image of Berlin in my head; that I was
looking for something I wouldn’t be able to find, especially in a city (or
country) I had never visited. Upon my
arrival in Berlin for the first time last year, I knew that wasn’t going to be
the case at all. Never have I had the sensation that everything was sinking
into place the same way I felt when I was settling into Berlin.
I admit, I had some trepidations about coming back the second
time around. Although I knew I loved it
the first time, I keep hearing how people seem to find things different the
next time visit, and end up realizing they don’t love it as much as they did
before. I always had a good instinct
about Berlin, but I couldn’t help but be afraid that the same thing would
happen to me – that I would realize my love for Berlin was just an infatuation
and not really the city I was looking for my entire life. It turns out that I should just trust my
instincts because I seem to love it even more the second time around.
From the quiet to buzzing and alive; from the cafes to the craziest clubs, Berlin has it
all. It’s a city for everyone, but at
the same time while at the same time takes some getting used to. It’s
not a city that jumps out in its beauty or glamor or friendliness in the same
way other cities like New York, Paris, or London attracts people, but spend a
little bit of time here and you realize the city is buzzing. It starts early in
the morning, from the fresh bread and fruit at the markets to the coffee in the
afternoon, and lasting long into the night at the bars and clubs around the
city…taking you all the way to the first morning light when you finally stumble
home and then do it all over after a couple hours of sleep. What strikes me is the ability for anyone to
fit in – and how everyone seems to mesh together.
Berlin is a really hard city for me to capture in photographs. To me, there is no way to really adequately show the city in photos as nothing correctly shows the life and beauty of the city. Those moments are almost too intimate - as if I'm intruding on peoples' personal lives by snapping a photograph on the Ubahn or the way a man walks his dog down the street, quietly whistling for it to follow along or the way two friends chat in a cafe. It's these little moments that make me cherish the city, and also the moments that I don't capture on camera. But I tried anyway.