On our last Sunday in Berlin, we made an offering to a playground troll at the southwest corner of the Tiergarten, in the shadow of the golden angel we remembered from that Wim Wenders movie.
LOVED this post, Chris. As a lover of so many things Deutschland (as a Cold War teenager), I was happy to read about Berlin (my third favourite city in the world?🤷🏻), particularly the cultural changes
You took me back. From 70-72 I went to school in Munich. My first two years of college. On weekends my friends and I would take our hippie selves out to Perlacher Forst or the Englischer Garten, or down to the Isar, where we’d eat frisches Brot, Aufschnitt, Käse, and drink Wein or Bier. Those are still some of the best maels I’ve eaten. The Isar may not have been as clean as it now, but it was our river.
LOVED this post, Chris. As a lover of so many things Deutschland (as a Cold War teenager), I was happy to read about Berlin (my third favourite city in the world?🤷🏻), particularly the cultural changes
Thanks, Mat!
You took me back. From 70-72 I went to school in Munich. My first two years of college. On weekends my friends and I would take our hippie selves out to Perlacher Forst or the Englischer Garten, or down to the Isar, where we’d eat frisches Brot, Aufschnitt, Käse, and drink Wein or Bier. Those are still some of the best maels I’ve eaten. The Isar may not have been as clean as it now, but it was our river.
What awesome memories! I can imagine what a blast Munich must have been in the early 70s.
Love this story!
Thank you! 🙏
A lovely read. Once again, you made my day, Chris.
Thanks, Jesse!