Walking down the stairs of Berlin Lindenstrasse's Cafe Einstein I am reminded of yesterday's passage from Paris Gare St.Lazare to the Charles DeGaulle airport train. What a pleasure to walk among wood. Not quite as good as walking in the woods, yet infinitely better than walking among concrete slabs or tiles. Cafe Einstein, by the way is just like any other cafe, only infinitely better.
Waiting for the hair-conditioner at a Berlin Invalidenstrasse coiffeur today I am offered earplugs. Hearing the sound of waves and sea-gulls returns me to Normandy's beaches in an instant.
In Paris visiting the chic shops and their inventive designs greatly impress me. In Berlin things are simpler. Eves-dropping two pedestrians' conversation today I understand what they say and register with surprise, 'They speak German'. Goshs, its almost ten years, that I live in France without speaking the language.
On the Paris-Berlin flight I finally discover a method to learn French after all. It was a pleasure to note passages from a traduction oecuménic of La Bible in my journal, double checking their meaning with the assistance of an English New Testament and denoting them with German expression.
Berlin 2006 is pleasure pure. For me, a Prussian Protestant descendant of sorts.
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