Graffitis and pork knuckles in Berlin
The sky was menacingly cloudy when we landed at Berlin Schönefield, but luckily we got to visit a few places before there was torrential rain.
11am at the East Side gallery, also known as (what is remaining of) the Berlin Wall
Public display, no need for tickets, thank god.
It seems like anyone can add to the wall.
Sorry I am ruining your every impression of the Berlin wall.
If you go there for real though, I promise I won't be there to photobomb.
The 'Gallery' is right by the river Spree. There's a cafe there where you can sit and enjoy the, ahem, sunny view.
1pm at Hofbräu Berlin
Yes pork knuckles are edible. No I wasn't the one to try them. I had a lovely roast chicken instead. (I'm not actually including a photo of the pork knuckles, I find them rather horrible to look at)
Roast chicken with Bavarian potatos and beer gravy... and the unmissable large pint of beer at . I highly recommend the place.
2.30pm at Anne Frank Zentrum - 5 euros per adult; 3 euros for students
time of the downpour
It's a very small museum on the top floor of a building ( I didn't see lifts, but the website says it's accessible to wheelchair users).
I don't think it was worth navigating in the rain just to find the place, but on a dry day, the centre would provide some profound topics for discussion. 'Otto Weidt's Workshop for the Blind' is in the same alley should be of any interest.
Commercial gallery - free entry
I'm sorry, the fancy building and immense gallery space took my breath away. I didn't jot down any names.
I'm sure you can look them up on their site. Click on the link to their website above.
The building is on the same road as the German Historical Museum, after the bridge. It took me like 40 minutes to find it. Taxi drivers don't know anything.
This one is my favourite piece. But it's not actually from the CFA. This was photographed the day before at the Art Basel fair by German artist Georg Herold. ( click here to read my blog about it if you haven't already)
Each yellowing dot that you see is actually an expensive crumb of caviar fixed under resin. Yuck.
The one at the CFA was similar to this one, quite abstract and disorderly in its content, but provocative and meticulous in its process.
(photo credits to somewhereboy.wordpress.com)
Herold is famous for his caviar paintings. Whether it's to depict faces of popular figures, distorted landscapes or abstraction, the painstaking numbering of each egg gives another layer of meaning. Had caviar eggs alone symbolised wealth or an unborne soul - marking, categorising and individualising each one throws esoteric questions at a baffled audience. The puniness or greatness of a soul? The frivolous pursuit for innumerable wealth?
I don't know. I don't understand. But I like it.
6pm at the Wallstreet Hotel Berlin
State: soaked and exhausted
Plan: "Buy stocks and then go to sleep for a long time" (picture below)
Next post on Prague - stay tuned.
Thanks for your time,