Compare is a game that often leads to misunderstandings and anger. I will not go so far in this mechanical and considers Berlin for what it is, no offense to Rome or London, or Amsterdam, or even to one's own Germanic capital.
Teutonic We reached the city early morning on Sunday. Sleep while struggling to defeat the illusion the safeguarding of me. In Schoenefeld Airport, expected to Juliet, restless, trying to mentally reconstruct the image of the city that my avid reading of the virtual guides had created in my mind.
not surprising thus that between kiss and kiss on Sunday that was our adventure started, I pass mostly asleep, interrupted only by love and food, which took place in a popular Turkish fast food restaurant.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday the tonic was up at our own pace, giving us the odd hug and a titanic breakfast included with accommodation and that from noon to the museum that we want to visit.
long known of the existence of the Pergamon Museum and some of the treasures contained therein, but in fact was unaware of the magnificent collection of art galleries and temples of culture that the Germans have. Only in a span of land in what is called the "Museum Island" can be seen up to 5 interesting venues and a cathedral of neo-Renaissance style of the most spectacular. Then of course is Gemälde Gallery and some other wonderful monument such as the Brandenburg Gate, the Reichstag with its dome of Foster, the remains of the Berlin Wall and Checkpoint Charlie, Potsdamer Platz cosmopolitan, the memorial of the Jews and a few another one that skulks in my memory section reserved for happier times.
Berlin Talk is talk of Juliet, that awakening naked to his side and those laughs for breakfast. Many say that Rome or Paris, some hints Buenos Aires, but for me, the love capital of the German gibberish and was disappointed that the Germans enjoy a reputation as a polyglot who may not deserve.
Highlight a time is difficult, since one can not distinguish between the happiness of a game of hide makeshift memorial of the Jews, a dinner dim light at 207 meters above sea looking like angels, the city that was clothed in her bed under us, or even a piano concert and cuddling in the middle of the Gendarme Platz.
- You have no sense of direction!
- I am quite sure, is here. Moreover, as they say in Rob Roy, the worst we lost we would not, but deseases to happen.
- that good, hehe.
Photos, photos, pictures and video. A digital memory of a happiness that was not occupy space on some virtual CD, DVD or hard drive. Now that leaves me back to London again accompanied only by the sound of the keyboard, a memory card that contains a past apeteceria me back. Now I'm writing about Berlin and it is for me to write about love. I love you.
