Britta's Letters from (and sometimes about) Berlin

Monday, 26 September 2016

Boring for England?

No, I don't want to bore you. 
So these photos will be the last ones from my visit to London I'll show you, promised.   
They are more traditional, because Rachel complained that the others "could be everywhere"- 
These ones NOT

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Ha, you might think: now I've got you! These could be from Paris! 
Maybe they could - but they are from Battersea Park
Glorious! 

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And can you believe that the father of my friend Trish accompanied Mr.Churchill to the Wannsee-Konferenz? 
And that I saw a letter to her father, written by him: 


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PS: "And what do you think of Britta's Dream Aga, Sweetie?" 
                                                  
"Absolutely Fabulous!"


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... and VERY British 

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And this I found - I swear - in London -  Street Art you could find anywhere? 
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Anyway: I will return. Again. And again. 
(Promise to myself)

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Monday, 19 September 2016

A quick run on Monday through London (Part II)


I visited museums for old and modern Art 

e.g. Tate Britain 

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and Tate Modern

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revelled in Street Art 


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and felt refreshed by Nature 

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saw Things battling hard to survive 

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or having lost the fight against time already

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 dreaming seclusively of times bygone

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while others, overhauled,  look somehow like fakes: 

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As it is Monday evening (but I promised to write, so discipline wins) I was a bit in a hurry, sorry - in a few days I will show you the last (condensed) part of my impressions of lovely London.






Saturday, 17 September 2016

London - at last (and at length...)



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Dear You, 
while I want to tell you about my stay in London, I feel like her, above - trying to play this:

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yes: all those titles in the shop "The Duke of Uke" are adapted for ukulele - I ask you: can you imagine AC/DC on ukulele??? 

My friends could, evidently...

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(While they plunked they still had enough power to withhold me from entering the pub of the legendary Kray-Twins in East End - on the other side of the Duke - from where they schemed their criminal activities in London - the twins, I mean). 

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They didn't know that I have a special guardian angel - you can find him in Tate Britain (where my journey started, after meeting my wonderful friend Trish. 

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My angel and I - in close embrace we reach our ideal body weight, BMI alright, I feel sooo protected!
When I had enough from ukulele chirping, I went to get some real music: the Saatchi Gallery exhibited the Rolling Stones (and kindly gave me a special solo (!!) concert of Mick - wearing the offered 3-D-specs - gosh! was I happy that nobody else saw me with them - only Mick - looking quite wintery but vivid, and very tiny ("Hi, Mick - love your latest! - but I also love my High Heels!)

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You say that my impressions of  "London - Part I"  seem a bit hazy?

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That has nothing to do with the huge Craft Beer Festival in The Oval (Space) (which was a bit difficult to find - because there is another "Oval" near Vauxhall station - but I just followed those guys whose body-type seemed to indicate that they do love beer - real ale..).

Now, sweety, I'll give you a short rest.

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After the weekend we'll meet again in wonderful, wonderful London. "Nice to meet you, hope you guess my name... uh, uh..." 

In case you should have forgotten - due to my long absence from blog-land - it's:

Britta xxx



Sunday, 4 September 2016

We Are Beer

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"Not commenting makes me feel guilt-stricken and nervy. I am prone to that." - this I found on Mise's blog. 
Yes! Yes! Yes! - or: Same! Same! Same! (Dropped the "H" nonchalantly after meeting some real Londoners). 
Because my guilty secret is: 
I am back from LONDON - and VIENNA - and have neither written nor read posts for almost 2 weeks after coming home. 

Though actually I had such a sensational heading:  "SUNBURN in LONDON!" (And never in my life I had a sunburn before - but at the Craft Beer Festival in The Oval Space it (almost) happened). 
Outside of course - above you see the inside - at the beginning - later you couldn't put a foot into it -- too many people, too much beer on the floor. But: fun. 
I will tell you of my adventures soon. 

But before that I have to negotiate a contract with London's tourist advertisement: 
at last (thanks, Google, tracing every step of mine!) they noticed that every time I come to England - 
                                the weather is exceptionally HOT. 
They want to book me now. 




Friday, 5 August 2016

Will I EVER Reach My Destiny?

Will I EVER reach my destiny? (Of course I know that I should speak of destination... :-)
These days you hear strange tones from my bow window room: I'm practising the pronunciation of some places. I knew about Leicester, Clapham and Greenwich - and a few more - but am still astonished how I ever I made it to "Ho-bun", "Tott-num" and "Marly-bone".



But then: my pronunciation is always a risky one ... n'est-ce pas, Tom? - on the other hand: it peps up my conversation, so mysterious...





 






Wednesday, 27 July 2016

A Madonnina for me

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Dear You,
last Sunday I went to a little flea market in Berlin - and was vexed to see that I was late and them all packing up*. It was half past three - and at 4 pm they have to be off.
So I just did a hurried round - and then, at the very last stall, I found this little Italian madonna.
As I "collect" shop window mannequins with my camera, I saw that it resembles puppets that were made in the Forties or even earlier. She is tiny: about 25 cm height, 15 cm width - and has two impressed signatures, but I have to wait till my Italian friend Gloria, "la mia insegnante", comes back from her holidays in Italy to read what it is. I think there were lots of them in Italy at their time, and it will be nothing special. (I bought it for very little money - one advantage of coming late).
But I instantly fell in love: I love her aura - the expression of the faces is fine - and she exudes serenity.
I found a wonderful place for her on the wall of the bowfront of our flat.
And if someone thinks it a bit "kitschig" - I don't care!

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* PS: When I look at this sentence - the grammar - am I right to believe I should stop seeing "Ashes to Ashes" for a while, because glorious Mr. Gene Hunt's dialect dazzles my (broken) English?



Saturday, 23 July 2016

...life is just a bowl of cherries...



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...and if it isn't, I go to the market and buy some... draw them ... eat them... feel much better. 
And put on my blue sued shoes... 

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... take a walk on the wild side through the Royal Park Charlottenburg, filled with bizarre flowers, 

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meet a Cupid,   

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and the Linden drone on and on that summer proceeds. 

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Life is sweet, and all in all we have great choices. 

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and when I look at all that bliss I have my head in the clouds again. 

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