Britta's Letters from (and sometimes about) Berlin

Thursday, 25 May 2017

Paris - In a Limited Edition!

Dear You, 

maybe I told you - and maybe not, because I am a cautious woman - that in a time not that far away I will go to Paris.
So I was very happy to find in a Berlin drugstore a "Limited Edition" of -

LAVATORY PAPER! 
Extra dedicated to PARIS! 


Oh là là! 
But was my utterance correct? Am I prepared? 
In genuine concern the loo paper roll asks me, again and again:"Parlez-vous Francais?"  


"Mais oui, mon chéri; bien sur, mon chéri; come tu veux, mon chéri!" 
This last sample of my perfect French is a quote of my friend Christine, who told me of a Lady - I anonymise the nationality intentiously, but it starts with an "R" - who desperately wanted to marry a rich Frenchman.
And she found one.
And the three sentences above are all she ever utters - and, SISTERS: there are quite a lot of men - and not only in France -  (dear male readers excepted, of course)-  who agree instantly that this is all French or whatsoever you need to know!











Sunday, 21 May 2017

Movie-like Moments

©Brigitta Huegel

In my memory I have a secret collection with the working title: "Movie Moments in my Life". It is filled with thrilling snaphots - like the adventure when I was smuggled into the room of an Old Pensioner in Chelsea, or when an Oxford taxi driver stopped his taxi meter to show us Inspector Morse's locations - for free...,.
Above you see a poster of the Austrian movie "Wilde Maus" decorating my bathroom door.  (If you have good eyes and preen hard, you might see that Josef Hader - who wrote this movie and played the main part - signed it).
That movie means a lot to me, it is hilarious and touching, bizzare and yet down-to-earth.
Above you see the protagonist in a huge white field of snow, trying to kill himself by freezing slowly to death - but Life has other plans.
And my Movie Moment? 
I met a new acquaintance in a well-known café in Berlin. We chatted for hours - and after a visit to the loo I told her: "Imagine, there is the poster of that movie that means so much to me!"
When another hour later we decided to leave, my new acquaintance said: "Wait a minute - I will just spend a penny." So I waited, patiently and quite long.
She came back, face aglow. Under her arm a huge white paper roll. "Let's go - quick!" she hissed.
I followed.
"It was so difficult to peel it off the wall", she said triumphantly. "Took me ages!"
And then she handed itover  to me.
"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." as Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca has said.






Thursday, 18 May 2017

Hello, It's Me... (Britta, not Adele)

©Brigitta Huegel
Dear You,

what you see above is - in my eyes - a little wonder.
This geranium - which a professional would call pelargonium, I know that, but using the "common word" is my way of trying to convince you that I really try to give up being perfect :-)  - well, this little "twig" of the geranium on my balcony broke off when I decided to give it more space, meaning: I took the plant out of its little pot and into a window box.
More earth to spread its little roots, more space to unfold its little leaves, more freedom.
In Germany we have a saying: "Where wood is chopped, splinters must fall"
So here I had that "splinter" with two little tight white buds in my hand.
And thought: "We'll see". (As you all know I am quite good in finding meaning and detecting symbols everywhere).
And put it into the turquoise-blue bird bath.
And then it happened - and, oh yes, in my eyes it took quite a long time, felt like two years - but suddenly it opened its little petals, unrolled them, seemed to say: "Well, circumstances are not as I  expected them to be - but hark! (I love to strew in a hark in my blog from time to time!) - they are not bad. So: I decide to flower in my circumstances as they are now." 
(At this moment I might have lost The Last Reader, hearing him mumble: What is that woman talking about?) 
Well, here I sit, "in the world of the ten-thousand things", and adjust to the truism that "life is not all neat and tidy".
I have thought very hard about my blogs - about the way I will write them. For me it is easy to talk about the newest exhibition in the marvelous Barberini Museum in Potsdam, but that is not enough for me. Yet also I do not want to write my Dear Diary into the air (or Cloud, or whatsoever, Howling at the Moon, just to sprinkle in a touch of modernity by a new pop-song) - no, I want a mixture of all Dear Life that surrounds me, filling me up to the brim sometimes, and show you what everyone sees, but filtered through my eyes.

Today promises to become the second really summerly day in Berlin - we had 27 degree yesterday, in May!
And yesterday evening I was sitting on my balcony, had lit a pale blue candle, a tiny glass of red wine in my hand, looking into the sky which was just preparing for the night: still pale blue at the horizon, and darker above - when a voice came from the flat above me: "Britta?"
As I am a very, very northern girl, coming from Bremen, I love my privacy - meaning: for me the balcony, which has a roof (!), is like a chamber to me - absolutely private.
And you could only see a hand of mine, from above, not more.
So I stayed silent.
"Britta? Are you alright?" 
No way to hide. Yes, my dear neighbour, I appreciate that you are caring - I really do, and thank you for that! - I can assure you - and  everyone:

"Yes - I am alright."  

Toodle pip!