Höfe und Straße und Eis

I realized yesterday that my dress also tore when I jumped over the gate, but not significantly.  The name of the pub we went to at the end of the Deutschkurs Module I is Kindl Stuben. The name of the second hand store I went to is Kleidermarkt Garage, in Schöneberg. 

Part 2

A week ago I went for a walk and ended up going through a bunch of courtyards, including a network of eight courtyards called Hackesche Höfe, which are really cool but I also got slightly lost because I didn’t realize there were eight or even more than two until I was well into the depths of chic café’s and edgy shops. 

I came back and Katrin offered to show me Prenzlauer Berg, so of course we went. I had already walked around there before, but a) I didn’t really know how Berlin was broken up then and b) I didn’t see that much of it. She showed me the Maur Park Memorial and we walked along the street. We walked for a long time, past the ("a church the name of which I will write in later") which had resisted the Nazi’s really early on, and down the pretty streets but the sun was beating down hard. She headed back to The Convent and I went in the direction of the Deutsche Guggenheim Museum, which is free on Mondays. Trying to not wolf down my overpriced soup-to-go I knew that I wanted to go to the museum but didn’t know if I had the energy for it. When I walked in I looked at the found objects, the simple collages of photos of found objects (100 or so sea washed bottles from NYC and Mexico, transitioning from one color to another, slowly.) It was so soothing. All the people milling around and the heat didn’t bother me then. It was probably the only museum that was perfect for me at that moment.

 

After that I decided to get ice-cream. I was thirsty but I had wanted ice-cream for probably about a month, and I was about to leave. I had bought myself some when I went to Spreewald, but it was a really bad pre-made cone. So I got myself a fruit froyo cup (apples and plums and strawberries and...) cafe that consists of a standard American school-bus, with sand an umbrellas and chairs in front. I felt obligated to get it there because I had been walking past it every single day. Half way through I didn’t think I could finish it. But then I did.