How Mary and Berlin met.

Hi,

I had not told almost anybody, but a 2-3 months ago I took part to a writing competition for bloggers.

Unfortunatly I did not win, though I think my text was not bad at all. The topic we had to develop was our relation to Berlin, our feelings and our experience.

As I do not want my entry to rest peacefully and forgotten in my hard disk, I have decided to disclose it here to you. I hope you will enjoy the reading! (I added photos later, as they were not part of the competition).

The first memory of Berlin which comes to my mind dates back to 10th November 1989. I was 8 years old and lived in the small Italian town where I was born.

That morning, when my classmates and I arrived at school, we discovered that our teacher had provided each and every of us with a copy of the local daily newspaper, something had happened: the Berlin Wall had fallen. The teacher had us reading the articles and she explained us step by step what they meant. Even we children should have been informed of this historical fact, as it was going to change the world and maybe our lives. And still I did not know how much Berlin would have changed mine.

Fourteen years later, in August 2003, I was standing in front of what remained of that Wall for the first time. My mind automatically recalled that childhood memory and somehow I felt that it was meant by the fate. That first stay in Berlin has been magical, I was there with my best friend and we felt free and accepted, it was like I had finally arrived where I had always belonged, like the city itself had told me: “Here you are! Why did you lose all this time?!”.

We had rent a one-room apartment in a colorful hostel near Warschauer Strasse, which had opened only a couple of years before, and there we felt like on top of the world! We left in the morning and stayed out all day, I have never walked so much! We got in touch with people of any kind, from policemen (no, we did not get in trouble, they gave us information), to old ladies helping us with our shopping list at supermarkets, to clochards who invited us to sit with them to tell us their story.

And at night… the big discovery about Berlin clubbing and about ourselves at the same time: we started attending dark wave parties, by chance, and we understood that it was our way! Also in this occasion we have experienced how much Berliners are open minded, because when we set off from Italy, our suitcases were full of colorful clothes and we did not have many options when getting ready for a night out. Well, we have always felt welcome at parties, no matter how we were dressed or how shy we were.

Those beautiful days ended up with two 22 year-old girls crying on a plane which was supposed to bring them home. In that moment I promised to myself that I would have to come back.

It seems that it did work.

Twelve years have passed and since then I have travelled continuously to Berlin, at least twice a year. I got to know many people and I have many dear friends there. Now, leaving for the German capital means having my husband, my dog and myself in a car and driving from Turin to Berlin (as we would not like our dog travelling in the stow of a plane), crossing the country and stepping by over night to rest and get to know other towns. The adventure goes on, it changed, but it never stopped!

All along this time my bound with Berlin has grown stronger and stronger, there are smells, sounds and sights that are carved under my skin, although they may seem like little nothings. I shiver if I think of the smell of fresh bakery when entering Kaiser's, or the strong smell of oil and grease when walking down the stairs of Frankfurter Tor’s underground, not to mention the incense perfume in some gothic clothes shops or in Duncker Club.

The voice in public means of transport saying, for example, “Nächste Station: Alexander Platz”, “Ausstieg: links” is so familiar.

Last, but not the least: seeing the sunset going down behind the TV Tower, when walking along the Warschauer bridge: this is quite often my last sight before leaving to go back home and it is as beautiful as it hurts.

Then faces, all those people who became close friends of mine. Seeing each other only from time to time means having much to update, but I have to admit that they make me feel like I had never left.

This is how I like to describe my feeling towards Berlin to anyone who asks me: in 2003 I went to Berlin for the first time and, since then, I have never really come back home.