I travel and I feel

Kennedy’s visit to Berlin made history. Especially for the famous salute, which after all, didn’t mean more than, “I am a Berliner”, but what can you do with the tabloids that speculated the “Berliner”, in every sense. Berlin surprises you with the first step taken on German soil. Once you reach the city centre a sense of familiarity strikes you. You feel so close to Bucharest, even if you are at more than 1500 km away. The entire city is overwhelmed by cranes, which frankly tend to ruin your photos. The plan was to walk a lot through the city but it changed fast. Berlin is too vast even for comfy shoes. We have used to exhaustion the Berlin Welcome Card available for all public transportation in the city. The coolest bus drives are those with 100 and 200 buses, both the London's double decker type, driving trough the touristic sites to the hart of East Berlin. Once again, Bucharest is there, the same grey and massive blocks with those communist doors and stairs, but clean and bright.
On the other hand, not even West Berlin was not spared by the communist megalomania, even if we are talking about the corporate headquarters. Berlin is in a rebirth stage. Like a butterfly that didn’t leave it’s cocoon. But you cannot stand still and not feel its vibration. Trying to make a comparison, Frankfurt vs. Berlin, the young man in it’s 40s, family man with beautiful and happy children vs. the youngsters tormented soul, so eager for new discoveries, to try the untried and the unknown. At times it might seem overwhelming.
We’ve seen and checked everything in the travel guides: The Berlin Wall, impressive if you think of those who spent their lives beyond it and their desire for a better life; Unter den Linden – the German culture Champs Elysees filled with tourists looking for the Brandenburg Gate; the Bundestag and its Cupola – you don’t have access in the Parliament’s meeting rooms but you can peak. The chairs look very uncomfortable; the Museum Island seen from the outside. We preferred to visit the streets not the museums. If I want to see Nefertiti, I’ll Google it; Hitler’s Bunker or rather its legend in a world-forgotten parking lot. A small sing confirms the legend, that could have been made up for touristic reasons. It can still give you the chills. Be happy that you are living these modern times.
Would you like living in such a vibrant and feverish city? I for one was happy to return home – Ich bin ein Frankfurter.