In reality, it was the time difference between Berlin and home, but I’ll probably remember it as the snow calling us to see it fall together for the first time.
For just a little while, we had the whole platz to ourselves. I am convinced that somehow, looking for us are these wonderful, little unexpected moments. They become our best stories, and this one makes an otherwise challenging Berlin winter trip memorable.
An Ode to a Shoe.
The Permanence of Impermanence
Friendship is not developed though time, rather moments of time.
Only Bumping Boats
German lessons at the Jewish Museum
6/7. The City of the Kaiser Chiefs. The architecture and history is often overshadowed by the Nazis and the East/West Cold war era...
A Candle for Your Thoughts