August 2010

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JFKOn the steps of Rathaus Schöneberg which was used as the City Hall for the West Berlin government is where the US President John F. Kennedy held his “Ich bin ein Berliner” speech in June 1963. In this defiant stance aimed at the Soviet Union who had 22 months earlier erected a wall around West Berlin he said “Two thousand years ago the proudest boast was civis Romanus sum [I am a Roman citizen]. Today, in the world of freedom, the proudest boast is ‘Ich bin ein Berliner’… All free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of Berlin, and, therefore, as a free man, I take pride in the words “Ich bin ein Berliner”.

Now there is a myth and this really is a myth after conferring with some of the grand masters of German grammar that JFK that Ich bin ein Berliner actually translates to I am a jelly-filled doughnut. Yes it is true that that people everywhere else in Germany called jelly filled doughnuts Berliners but in Berlin they are called Pfannkuchen, not that makes a difference, it’s still a myth. The square in front of the Rathaus changed its name to John F. Kennedy Platz after the great man 3 days after he was assassinated in Dallas Texas, and there is a large plaque by the entrance of the building commemorating his visit (see pic).

The Rathaus bell tower contains the liberty bell which was a gift from the American people to Berlin in 1950 and was supposed to be a symbol of the fight for freedom and against communism in Europe. The communists were none to impressed with this nice piece of propaganda and organized a demonstration and denounced it as the war/hunger/death bell, take your pick. Inscribed on the bell is “That this world under God shall have a new birth of freedom”.

Coming Soon: The Berlin Festival

berlinfestival-headerOn the 10th and 11th September 2010 the former airport at Tempelhof, right in the heart of Berlin, will be host to a 2-day music festival with ever-so-simple title: Berlin Festival. Not only is the location pretty cool, but there are some great bands and performers taking to the stage over the two days, including Hot Chip, the Editors, Fatboy Slim, Gonzales, Atari Teenage Riot and, for those of you who were not only alive in 1989 but can remember it, the Wedding Present will be on stage to perform their “Bizarro” album.

There are still tickets on sale, and you can buy a pass for each individual day or for the whole weekend, and if you are looking for somewhere to stay in Berlin, well we know a very nice hostel and hotel on Rosenthaler Platz ;-)

Berlin Festival Website

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Windhoek, Namibia, 10.08.2010

To quote a famous American philosopher: “This Is It.” After 17,000 kilometres on the bike I have arrived where I started nearly twelve weeks ago. The bike is already at the customs, and the gear is packed up.

As always at the end of trips such as this the situation is tricky…on the one hand it would be very cool if it could continue, but one the other I am looking forward to lots of things as well…an espresso macchiato from Emma, talking politics with Paul, marching out from the news shop with 13 newspapers and magazines, stumbling into Circus guests with an interesting story and getting lost in sharing thoughts, standing on my balcony for the goodnight cigarette, listening to the sounds of the city…

It has been a fantastic trip, full of pictures that I will not forget and with people that I am happy to have met and from whom I learned a lot…actually, this is the main justification to travel at all. I have learned a lot: about the close relationship between the fight against poverty and political/cultural autonomy; about the dark sides of Europe – of which I have a more critical and distanced view after this trip; about the spectacular beauty of Africa; about the fact that racism has an institutionalised side that can be overcome in revolutions, but also a more psychological side that is more persistent; about the conflict between tribal loyalties, a guarantee of survival in time of oppression and also western-style democracy, where it is called nepotism and corruption; and about a sense of humanism between strangers that seems to mainly lost through over-commercialisation, even in the human relations of my home continent.

What a touching and rich part of the world this is.

There had been plenty of worries before this trip, perhaps more from the people around me than myself. And now? Technical issues: despite the distance, temperatures ranging from -4 to +38, lots of gravel, a few hundred kilometres of sand, all I lost was one headlight and my clutch…well done BMW. Dangerous situations in the past three months? None. Attacks against me or my property? Zero. Health issues? Nada.

Instead, curiosity, openness, helpfulness…wherever I went. I wonder when finally Europe will realise that Africa is more than just wildlife and starvation in the Sahel but is actually a story worth listening to and a wisdom to be learned from.

The best moment? Too many. Victoria Falls, the Namib, having my mates here to share the ride… But if I had to pick one it would be the sight of 25,000 English football fans switching mood from “children’s birthday party” to “funeral” in less than two hours. It was extremely funny, and will make me laugh for years to come.

The saddest memory? Poverty and inequality breeds many painful situations, but the picture of prostitutes from all over the continent, in awful physical condition, offering themselves to truck drivers at the Botswana-Zambia-Zimbabwe border will haunt me for a long time.

Thanks to Moenier, to Convey (J), to Natasha, to Bruce…you made my trip, we’ll stay in touch, and I hope I get the chance soon to host you in my city.

Thanks for reading this. I hope it did not steal too much of your time and: Travel…whenever you can!!!

Cheers, Andreas.

Weissensee CemetaryThe Weißensee cemetery is the second largest Jewish cemetery in Europe and contains approximately 115.000 graves. It miraculously survived the Second War World and the Nazis relatively unscathed, and was only actually partially damaged during an allied air raid. During the next 44 years the place was pretty much neglected as basically the entire Jewish communiity had been murdered or exiled, and also for the fact that it was encouraged in the communist East Germany that only Marx and Engels would be worshipped.

It lead to a very atmospheric place with what seems like a fully grown forest bursting through a graveyard where rich and poor are buried along side each other. It is being restored bit by bit which I think makes it lose a little something …but who am I? To get there just take the tram M12 from the top of Weinbergsweg to Antonplatz. It is then a short walk.

Swakopmund, Namibia, 09.08.2010

The Desert: The Natural, and the Intellectual One.

NAMIBIAOn my way home, taking some loops, sometimes travelling sideways, and just enjoying for the last time the serenity of deserted landscapes before heading back to busy Europe. I spent the last two days in the Namib desert, a radical and existential natural environment of golden-orange masses of sands, sometimes towering up into majestic dunes. There are no sounds. It is dry and hot.

I decided to check out the last “German” post-colonial outposts – Swakopmund and Walvis Bay – and it was unfortunately not the most pleasant experience (for the most part). It made me think a few times of a talk I had a couple of years ago with some intellectuals in Istanbul who complained heavily about the “exile bubble” of Turkish immigrants in Germany, conserving attitudes and traditions that were long gone in Turkey itself.

Here you get in touch with a concept of “Germany” that those of my generation loved to hate: a Germany of heavy, dark-brown furniture in monstrous sizes; of middle-aged women sporting granite hair-dos; of “Kaffeekrarnzchen” and “Eisbein” as the menu highlight of restaurants named “Zur alten Post”. This Germany still loves silky heavy bedspreads and kitsch poems about “Heimat” hanging on the walls.

Of course, if that was all it was, it could be funny. But it also comes with bookshops prominently displaying 600 pages of “scientific proof” that the genocide at the Herrero by German colonial forces at the beginning of the 20th Century never took place, that 9/11 was a mosaic stone in the attempt of a small group of wealthy Jews’ aim to take over the world, and it lovingly presents in shops World War 1 and 2 memorabilia, celebrating the heroic glories of the German army…

“Why should my son date a black girl? You wouldn’t go out with a Turkish girl in Berlin, would you?”

Aaaarggghhh…Excuse me Ma’am, but may I vomit on your shoes?

There are massive complaints here about the “racism” of the black Namibian government, which favours black applicants over white ones when it comes to government jobs as part of an “affirmative action” type of programme that is aiming to achieve equal representation in a shorter time frame. It is interesting to see that the Germanic population – indeed the white population in general – after profiting for centuries under colonialism, apartheid and forced labour, and always with the excuse ready – “what could we do, it was the law?” – have finally discovered their sensitivity and moral outrage when it comes to racism and human rights.

Can I go back to the desert please?

I am on my way in Windhoek, for the final days of the journey – Andreas

Picture: The wildlife of Africa has become attached to my bike…

NAMIBIA AFRICAN WILDLIFE

Some ideas for a customer service approach I will be bringing back with me to the Circus…

NAMIBIA CUSTOMER SERVICE

When you wish upon a pig…

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Yesterday the Temporäre Kunstbox (Temporary Art Box) at the Circus Hostel was opened for the first time, as resident artist Nina Stähli invited passers-by to come inside, stroke the snout of the “Holy Pig” and leave their wish on the wall. It was a really nice afternoon, and lots of people stopped by to take part. It was interesting to read the wishes of others…some were funny, other predictable, quite a few were sad and many were in languages I do not understand.

To stop for a moment and think what it would be if you had one wish in the world…I cannot remember the last time I did that, although I know it is a game we used to play at primary school (and some smart arse would always wish for more wishes). My wish was quite specific, and no I will not disclose it here,  it remains between me and the pig – although if you pop by you can try and guess which one is in my handwriting.

Here’s some pics from yesterday:

The first wishes come in…

In the beginning...

…and the final tally.

Pig Wishes

Portrait of the Artist

Portrait of the Artist

(Readers of the Circus Blog will have the impression that Jared tends toward the high class cocktail lounge when it comes to a venue for an evening’s entertainment. Those who know Jared will also know that it takes a lot to get him out of the 3km “Goldman Triangle” around the Circus and Rosenthaler Platz…last week some of Jared’s friends and colleagues took him north to the singular delights of the neighbourhood of Pankow…perhaps some inspiration for anyone who wants to cross the border from Prenzlauer Berg and discover something new…)

Jared PankowIt all started off on Wednesday afternoon as Andrew and Jared set off for Pankow. The mission was a pub crawl through Pankow. There are many pub crawls in Berlin, but a Pub Crawl through suburban Pankow must be something that not too many people have ventured out to.

As the bus dropped Jared off Andy was there to pick him up and guide him in a place he had only once been before. Waiting on the street was Jim who was about a half hour too early. You could tell he really wanted to get out of the house. Jim introduced Jared to his local Vietnamese shop where he buys his beers and Vietnamese beef jerky. Jared bought a pack that would last him the whole night and he is pretty convinced that what saved his life the next day.

Jim shouted a round so the boys decided to wait for Andrew while he went home and sat on a wall on Jims street. For Jim this was a little embarrassing since here he was sitting with Jared drinking beer on his street and there must have been about 5 neighbours that passed to say hello that Jim knew. One of the kids spotted them and starting shouting “beer beer”… the mother did not even see the boys and then she spotted Jim. A bit embarrassed Jim politely said hello to all of his neighbours.

Andrew finally had his make up on and we were off for the 1st stop and meeting point. “Gaststätte am Bürgerpark” – a small local German restaurant. Konny had called to make a reservation for us but normally this place does a real good lunch business and they were on summer time which meant they closed at 18:30. Andrew, Jim, and Jared arrived right at 18:00 and right behind them came Konny.

Sean and Jeff were running late and asked us to order for them. The menu was impressive German food, and we didn’t know where to start. The weirdest thing on the menu was horse. “They actually eat horse- man we have to try that!”

Jared spotted a local eating, Konny found out what he ordered and Jim and Jared ordered the Kohlroulade. Konny went for Schnitzel with chanterelle mushrooms, and Andrew decided for the pork knuckle “Eisbein”. Since none of us had the guts to actually order a full horse meal, we thought we would surprise the late runners. So for Sean and Jeff but we got a pork knuckle for one of them and horse goulash for the other. We drank our beer our food came and it was great. Jeff even liked his horse!!!

Toga and Nadine showed up a little bit late but the guy must have liked us because he kept the kitchen open and even gave us a cold plate for free. He approached Konny and asked him whether we fancy a round of “Kaltschale” on the house. We all expected some sort of salad or something. The cold plate was a nice offer but it turned out as a synthetic pink fruit soup. I have never seen a fruit that colour in my life.

After our bellies were layered we headed off to BIP – Bier in Pankow – a Bulgarian place that was one of the cleanest places I have ever been to. We sat down ordered a round of beers and decided that we were only allowed 30 minutes in each place. Nadine ordered a plum brandy “Slibowitz” that came from a very large tank. The guy even offered us the tank for free to drink as much as we could in a half hour. That was for another time.

Willy came to join us for an apple juice and then there was no time to waste we were off to Café Palma. This small joint had potential to be a bit dodgy but turned out to be a very nice little place with a great bar tender that seemed very happy to have us. Jared cracked open the jerky we swilled back our beer in the time allotted and were off for the next joint.

After that came bar number 4: Plattenladen, a rather dry copy of a hip Prenzlauerberg bar, not exactly what we were looking for, we were aiming for authentic Kneipes. And bar number 5 was exactly that: In the Floraklause it was a little hard to get a place for all 8 of us, because there were tons of locals in there watching the Athletics European Championships. After watching the 100m dash our 30 minutes were already up and we were heading for what Konny called the long anticipated highlight on the tour: Bernds Bowling & Sauna. Even the name was tempting. Could we manage to play Bowling and go to the Sauna at the same time?

The bar is run by Bernd a former Saxophonist from East Berlin and Konny ran into one of the locals, that was a friend of his parents. Bernd also happened to like our group of tourists and threw a round of Jägermeister and showed us with all his pride his bowling alley: The bowling alley was East Germany’s oldest bowling alley and like everything at that time it was quite the story how they got it. Swedish construction workers brought them the old bowling alley piece by piece in exchange for free food. “Only in Pankow,” we thought.

I think at that time we had already forgot about our 30 minutes rule. We tried to convince Bernd to play the Saxophone, but he said he couldn’t because of the neighbours. After probably an hour we headed to the next place. We had Bar number 7 on the list as “Aber Hallo”, but they had changed the name to the very unique name: “Cafe&Cocktailbar”. After that Jim and Andrew wanted to head to Maxi 1, but at that point our group was already breaking up.

What a tour of cultural experiences: Horse Meat, cold sweet soup before dinner, a Saxophonist with Bowling alley and an overall very positive and hearty reception from the locals. Plus we helped Jim and Andrew get to know more of their new hood: Jim said afterwards that he plans to go back and bring the family to 3 of those 7 places.

That’s a clear thumbs up for Pankow!

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