It's only been a matter of weeks and once again the streets of Prenzlauer-berg have become a fading memory. Why is Berlin SO special to me?
It is infused with secular symbolism I suppose. It draws the disfunctional and the creative; those who seek some meaning from both the material and the immaterial. It has cultural weight and substance.
It is physically a place.
It has become a symbol of reconciliation, a shining beacon of a future that encompasses the past.
How I long to be like that.
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