Musings

It was never her There never was a her It was always us You, me and that vast abyss called marriage The empty hollow which sucked all notions of love Cliched is it?  But ours was not Each day was a new beginning, a new hope and a fresh war It did not matter who drew blood We both reddened the bed with our open wounds Some mute, some bleeding Blood of innocence, blood of love Blood so bright it could have been your smile! Twilight calls the day to bed An impatient moon is ready to dawn Hold me as she rattles past  Hold me for tonight I am scared Scared that I may shatter...piece by piece...and never re-form 

Ich bin Berliner! Kennedy (JF of course) is supposed to have roused mobs with that double meaning entendre (credit the Germans for playing the pun on Berliner). For those of you who are challenged with the language (just as I) the sentence has two connotations: - I am a Berliner (hoping to strike a familiarity cord, but of course) and - I am a strawberry jam filled (German version of) donut (yes, those are called Berliners in this part of the world!) :) Berlin is buzz...literally. Millions jostle through the once-divided capital to consume a part of culture/art/history and whatever-else-that-may-be-up-for-grabs. I spent three fantastic days in Berlin last week. Under the pretext of attending an academic conference I ended up with much much more than what I could've possibly bargained for. Taking in the sights, sounds, smells and beers (several) of the city was a moving (in more ways than one ;)  experience. Everything in Berlin seems to be on sale. Starting with its monuments: roma...