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Monday, October 6, 2008

Final Paper

Elizabeth Korsmo

Honors in Berlin 2008

Final Paper

Swing Tanzen in Berlin

I. How does social swing dancing differ between Seattle and Berlin?

During my time in Berlin, I intended to attend public swing dances in order to compare the social dancing experience in Berlin to the scene of Seattle. I expected them to be fairly similar, and found them to be so in essentials only. The dancers and their attitudes, the venues, and the music choices offered a wealth of variety against the familiar Seattle dances I usually attend.

II. In Seattle, I spend a significant proportion of my free time swing dancing. Consequently, when faced with a month cut off from the Seattle swing community, I found myself wondering about what sort of dancing was available in Berlin and how I might become involved in it. Beyond my personal interest in dance, the social nature of swing offers insight into the social interactions of the people who participate in it. Comparing and contrasting the swing scenes in Seattle and Berlin offers a microscale view of how social interactions vary between the two cities.

The largest problem I faced was actually interacting with the local dancers. As detailed in part IV, Berlin dancers are fairly insular, tending to limit their activity to their immediate social groups. This led to increased unanticipated importance of observation over experience in my assessment of the dancing itself (and limited my ability to conduct interviews). Language barriers, aggravated by the crowds and music, were less encumbering, but still notable. Difficulty in locating dance venues constituted the other main problem. They are, as a rule, not particularly well-advertised and may be hard to find even with exact addresses; this is slightly more extreme than in Seattle, but hardly unique.

III. Despite the aforementioned problems, I managed to observe the local dancers’ interactions, and participated to the best extent that I could (social dancing works best when one can locate partners). I also took note of how the venues differed between Seattle dance halls, as I experience them, and those I attended in Berlin.

I went to the dances with the idea of a Seattle dance in mind, if only because that is what my mental picture of a swing dance is. Accordingly, my notes seem to reflect the differences more than the similarities, as all similarities become confused with “givens”. I tried to compensate for this in my analysis.

[See attachments for field notes. Berlin venues attended included Clärchens Balhaus, Balhaus Berlin, Jeder ist Tanzbar, and Café Garbaldy. Seattle venues subject to comparison include Hep Cat Swing Dance (“the Russian Center”), the Century Ballroom, Halley’s Loft (“Halo”), Sonny Newman’s Dance Hall, Blues Underground, and Rhythm Revue over the period from May 2007 to the present.]

IV. While Berlin’s swing does swing, it certainly lacks a lot of Seattle’s swinging. Berliner partners arrive together and stay thus: they do not rotate with the ease of Seattle-area dancers. As a solo follow, I found it very difficult to secure partners among the German dancers. The standard practice in Seattle is for dancers to mingle and frequently change partners. Whether traveling with a group or alone, one tends to change partners often and frequently dances with strangers. In my first months on the Seattle scene, I bemusedly noted how often I would clasp hands with a stranger, dance through a whole song, and only offer a name after exchanging thanks. Dancing exclusively with a small number of people is seen as somewhat snobbish and unfriendly by the vast majority of my Seattle dancing acquaintances; it is also only common practice among certain more ‘elite’ circles.

The Berlin swing scene works on a diametrically opposed principle. The “Bring your Own Partner” model operated nigh on exclusively at each Berlin venue I attended. At any Seattle institution, I would recommend the bringing of partners to ensure that one has plentiful opportunities to dance. However, it is not necessary. Alone in Seattle, one may sit out a lot, but there will be offers or available partners to ask for a dance. Partnerless in Berlin, there are no invitations, nor people available to ask.

The notable exception was my first night on Berlin’s scene, when an older man named Steve adopted me as his partner for the evening at Café Garbaty. In the whole of the establishment, there seemed to be about three people who did not belong to one of the intimate groups. The other two were a middle-aged Irish couple, Martina and Bryan, who were in town visiting their son. Martina takes East Coast Swing lessons in Dublin, and was excited to be out dancing in Berlin. Steve, a middle-age Berliner from Neuköln, sort of adopted all of us wayward foreigners into a group of our own; every other person in the bar was part of an established group, most of them in couples (here Steve was a bit of an exception, in that his own group of apparent regulars seemed to contain both the DJ and a disproportionate number of men compared to women).

In this way, I did get to experience the Berlin scene as an insider for one night. I would dance three to four songs with Steve, then sit out for a similar number. This allowed time to rest, chat and imbibe (mineral water for myself, though beer was by far the most popular beverage). It also allowed other couples access to the limited dance space. After several such repetitions, I paired briefly with a friend of Steve, while he took a sequence with Martina (Bryan opted to dance exclusively with his wife). This course of events was consistent with my observations at every other dance venue I attended: couples would come together (usually in large groups), socialize within that group over beers, dance several songs in row, and sit out for more socializing (repeat all evening, substituting another group member for the original partner every few song cycles). Seattle dancing, in contrast, rarely involves dancing more than a single song at a time with any given partner…and the beverage of choice is water.

My other nights in Berlin were, unfortunately, less encouraging. When I could find the locations, I still danced very little as the social barriers were never more lax than that first night in Pankow. My next best nights were both at Clärchens Balhaus; the first time, I lead another American student in Lindy Hop. The second, my last night on the Berlin scene, I actually was asked to dance by a German. We only did one song (an anomaly, but being asked was one in itself). Otherwise, I found myself met with an impenetrable wall of social taboo.

Some of the grouping, perhaps, could be attributable to the different dancer demographics of Seattle and Berlin. The age range (late teen-late middle age) was similar, however the distribution varied a lot. Seattle has a fairly large population of college-age dancers, with many more in their mid to late twenties or even early thirties. The numbers are rounded out with a few thirty, forty or fifty-something couples, though the mean probably falls in the late twenties. Berlin’s scene was almost the opposite: the bulk of the crowd was in their thirties at the very least, with only a few younger couples. I often seemed to be the youngest person present and the only member of my age group. Clärchens Balhaus seemed to be the exception here, in that a slightly larger number of teenage girls were present than at other venues (completing its similarity to the Century Ballroom on Sunday nights, which tends to attract more high school students than other venues, and always more follows than leads).

It was my own experience in Seattle that the older couples sometimes mix less freely than the younger, though even this phenomenon is very rare. The slightly older Berlin crowd may draw some of its insularity from its more mature population. On the other hand, even the few young people I did see were not mixing, and each of my (rare) dance partners seemed approximately my father’s age. The clique-ish nature of the scene seems more of a cultural phenomenon than a strictly age-based occurrence.

The attitude towards dancing, in fact, seemed fundamentally different. Seattle dancers, with their constant mingling and consequent skill improvement seem to dance in order to dance. Berliners seem to take the dance as a secondary aspect of their social interactions. I might compare this contrast to that between a movie-goer who is interested in a film for itself, versus the one who thinks that movies make for a fun date. The later, I think, is where the bulk of the Berlin dancers believe. Consistent with my own observations, many treat dancing as a fun diversion for a date or an evening out with friends, an opportunity to spend some quality time with friends, where the specific means are secondary to the intended social interaction. Seattle dancers go out to dance: perhaps with friends, but also with most anyone else who will offer. Berlin dancers go out with their friends, to share a beer and take a few turns on the floor.

How related the attitude differences are to the dry status of most Seattle area ballrooms, I cannot say. Here was a key difference: my usual Seattle haunts (the Russian Center, Sony Newman’s, Dance Underground, the Century Ballroom, Halo) are dance halls. Or, in the first case, community centers with large dance floors flanked by mirrors in the manner of dance studios. The Berlin dances I attended were primarily held in bars or cafes, with some of the tables removed to clear a dance floor. There were a few venues which seemed to be ballrooms foremost (Clärchens Balhaus, Balhaus Berlin), but even they were also functional restaurants/bars. This probably contributed to the more relax and private social atmosphere.

Clärchens Balhaus actually bore an eerie resemblance to Seattle’s Century Ballroom. Though the dance floors are comparable, there is more seating for dining at Clärchens than at the Century; if the Century is a ballroom with a restaurant/bar attached, Clärchens is a restaurant and bar which sports a large dance floor. The dance floor was crowded, with some singles clustering on the edges (a phenomenon seen nowhere else in the city), while waiters raced by to the myriad tables that surrounded it on three sides; the Century looks much the same, but with a thinner strip of tables. Against the right-hand wall, the bar did a steady business too. The Century seems to segregate its activities a bit more: the bar is only open on 21+ nights (Wednesday for those seeking swing), and the restaurant serves dinners prior to the dancing. The music played at the two institutions was, in many cases, identical. Clärchens played a lot of specific recordings that I’ve heard in Seattle (such as Ain’t What You Do, Jitterbug Stroll,and Fever).

The other venues did not play as familiar of specific recordings as Clärchens, but the jazz was still very much the same. Instrumental recordings were bit more prominent than I have observed in Seattle, and the songs with words had English lyrics. Unfortunately, I never did hear Bei Mir Bist Du Schon while I was in Berlin; or perhaps that was more fortunate, as I can’t imagine Germans taking well to such butchering of their language. The swing was interspersed with other song styles, too. Balhaus Berlin, for instance, reguarily alternated between swing (for foxtrot), latin (salsa), and waltz music. Universally, blues/swing seemed undifferentiated between in Berlin, whereas Seattle venues tend to favor one over the other.

The Berlin DJs seemed to favor jazz with slower tempos than Seattle DJs prefer. The fastest songs I heard in Berlin were at Clärchens and Café Garbaldy—and those songs were merely moderate by the standards of Camp Jitterbug, or ‘slightly brisk’ by normal Seattle tastes. As such, I noticed more dancers participating in the fast songs than the slow, opposite Seattle’s normal trends, where if the floor is going to clear, it will be during a fast song. Songs also seemed a little shorter than Seattle standards. I would estimate two to four minute songs are the norm for Berlin versus three to six minute ones in Seattle. In the case of Café Garbaldy, this would probably be related to the unique music system: their “Shellack Tanzen in Pankow” swing night exclusively featured original (shellac) records. If the songs were a little shorter than the digital format recordings used elsewhere in Berlin and Seattle, the atmosphere enhancement was divine. The DJ had three or four portable record players in old-fashioned cases on which he played a line-up of original records (which, as I understand, were restricted in duration by recording technology). Highlights included the original Frank Sinatra recordings played at “Jeder ist Tanzbar”. There was also one unique song I remember at Café Garbaldy: a big band polka. It actually fit in really well with the rest of the music, but with notable beat change which required some fun stylistic accommodations.

Something else that was fun was Berlin dancers’ impressive clothing. It was very much like taking the best-dressed quarter of any given Seattle dance and translating that onto the whole turnout. Except for one or two people at Clärchens, jeans are not to be seen. Most men wear dress slacks with button shirts at the very least, while skirts and blouses are favored by the women (these looks are also popular in Seattle, but casual street wear is fairly common). The number of people in vintage dress was also higher: Seattle rarely features more than one couple thusly attired, save for special events. Berlin, on the other hand, had at least a half dozen people in vintage clothing at each dance I attended (most of which were more sparsely populated than Seattle dances, increasing the vintage proportion).

The dance itself translated across the ocean quite well. When I could dance, it was no problem to follow my leads. Most dancers stuck with simple east coast variants, which was by far the most popular basic across all the venues. I observed a bit of Charleston and Lindy at Clärchens, while Foxtrot was the preferred dance for Balhaus Berlin (though, I did see one lead there attempting to teach 20s Charleston to his follow, though that proved unsuccessful). The skill level was a bit below what I was used to in Seattle (I felt myself to be one of the best dancers in many of the venues, while “middle of the pack” would be a generous description in most Seattle situations). I attribute this in part to the lack of rotation between partners; every class I have taken has stressed that dancing with different people is the best way to improve one’s dancing (as it inhibits covering of a partner’s mistakes and forces one to assess one’s actions more carefully). The more laid-back attitude, with less emphasis on dancing versus socializing could be considered the co-cause of this. On the other hand, I tended to frequent the less expensive venues (about €5 for a DJ dance, compared to $5 standard for Seattle), so there may have been a more ‘elite’ part of the scene which favored live band venues (€12-€20+, Seattle $10-$20) or house parties and which took the dancing part more seriously.

Steve, partner #1 of mine and the only one to offer his name while speaking clearly through the music favored what he called “free-style”. I’d classify it as two-step variant that reminded me somewhat of both blues and east coast swing (with Balboa inspiration). His nameless friend (#2, ‘Zoot Suit man’), lead some Lindy Hop and Charleston. I seemed to follow well enough for them, earning the commendation “Die Amerikanerin tanzt Super!”. Partner #3 I danced with once at Clärchens Balhaus, on my last night out. He favored a turning variant of east coast, with some Charleston, though that was quickly dropped, as it transpired that my shoes were a bit slick for the floor.

Most intriguing, though, was the choreography which I saw in Berlin. The first night at Clärchens Balhaus, I saw (and participated in) two choreographed dances which perfectly copied the versions I’d learned in Seattle. Admittedly, the Shim Sham Shimmy as I learned it was performed to Tuxedo Junction, while the Berliners did it to Ain’t What You Do. The steps, however, were exactly the same. This surprised me, as regional variation of choreographed swing routines exists within the United States; I’ve personally observed slight differences in steps and styling with routines ranging from the Shim Sham to the Big Apple. Later that evening, the Jitterbug Stroll was also performed; this routine is song-specific, with the lyrics calling out each move (in English) and thus went as I expected it to.

Despite differences in the venues, dancers and atmosphere, the dancing itself remains largely unchanged on either side of the ocean. Subtler variations existed in the music selections and fashion trends.

V. The research could be continued through further international comparison, if possible. One exciting possibility would be a visit to Herräng, Sweden, for the international Lindy Hop camp held there every year. It is the largest and most famous gathering in the world, and lasts for an entire month in this rural Swedish village. It would offer a good opportunity to meet some of the best dancers in the world, from a wide variety of nations. On a more German-specific level, the best option for future research would be to befriend a local dancer, and thus integrate into one of the groups for better interaction with the dancers themselves. Alternatively, interviewing more involved members of the scene (DJs, teachers, venue managers) could allow one to gleam insight beyond the obvious. The mingling environment of an Exchange could also offer better opportunities to mingle with dancers and get involved.

Some terms explained

Lead: the dancer in a partnership who indicates moves in a social, non-choreographed dance (traditionally male)

Follow: the dancer who responds to a partner’s leading (traditionally female)

East Coast: a basic step (it defines a sub-style of swing dancing) done in 6 counts [this was the general style presented in my composition as it is easy to teach]

Charleston: another basic, developed in the 1920s and notable for its kicks; done in 8 counts (20s Charleston is a variation featuring fancy ankle twists instead of kicks)

Lindy Hop: a slightly more advanced basic done in 6 or 8 counts, usually involving turning and transitions between open and close positions within one iteration of the basic; it works well with Charleston and East Coast (less with West Coast, a separate basic), and is the “bread and butter” of the Seattle scene

Exchange: a Swing Exchange is usually a weekend series of dances hosted by the dancers of one city for the purpose of meeting non-local dancers (Portland hosts one every year, as does Seattle, and apparently München)

Camp Jitterbug: a Seattle workshop weekend; smaller than the Herräng camp, but one of the largest events in the United States

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Since last time: Pigeons, Communists, and a tribute to Martha Graham...

Sorry for not writing; I've been meaning to since Wednesday, but (evidently) have not. So, let's see what I remember:

Dienstag, 2 September
Class visit to the Kreuzburg Turkish soccer club. Had tea with the club founder, a nice Turkdeutsch man who didn't speak much English (Toby translated for the most part; I was able to understand some of the German however, which made me very happy). Apparently, racism is still alive, especially in the former East Germany. :( Also, apparently, the Turkish soccer cub has been doing very well. :) Their top team is in the 2nd league, if I recall correctly (they have 4 adult teams and 19 youth teams, and their 1st men's team is either in the 1st or 2nd league, ie semi-professional). We then visited a mosque (and had a nice Islam Q&A session with the tour guide). It was a lot like a small cathedral, only with carpeting and geometric designs (& calligraphy). Very pretty. Got lots of pictures. The stained glass was pretty awesome.

Mittwoch, 3 September
Went to the Reichstag in the morning. Lovely view of the city, pretty cool architecture, and a fair amount of silliness. Also visited the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church (or what's left of it). Actually went inside this time and got to see the beautiful mosaics on the ceiling. We then trekked over to Ka De We, which, as the largest department store on the continent or somesuch, features ridiculously expensive clothing and very expensive other things too (like imported American food, fancy chocolate of diverse varieties, and the apparent favorite beer of the UW Germanics department).

A very interesting account can be found here (top post at the time of this writing):
http://rachelschlechty.blogspot.com/

Please note that, while I had a significant role in the contents of the concluding sequence, a number of persons were involved in bringing that particular idea to fruition. Really. Furthermore, they were all completely sober at the time.

After group dinner (ever read a German-English-Spanish menu?), featuring excellent chocolate milkshakes but somewhat poor service, I went dancing again. Clarchen's Balhaus reminded me a lot of the Century (dance floor + restaurant combination). Very hard to get a dance partner (another similarity to the Century...), but still worth checking out at least. Also, routines that I know were on the schedule. I missed the Shim-sham (they did it to "Don't Mean a Thing" instead of "Tuxedo Junction" so I didn't realize that I knew the choreography until after it started). Did join in on the Jitterbug Stroll, however. Haven't done that one in a year, so it sort of showed (but, fortunately, it's called in English so I was able to get back right away). I have a hunch that they might have even played the Big Apple (being the only other well-known routine in my repetoire...).

Donnerstag, 4 September
Slept late. Went shopping with Rachel in the early afternoon (the second-hand store on Oranienstrasse was not as cool as anticipated); tried fig ice cream (it was an experience). Lecture on the differences in the German and American school system (hint: they don't have tuition for colllege). Attended a club under the trainstation at Alexanderplatz, but left early as the music really didn't suit my idiom. Had an adventure getting home as the U8 was randomly closed, with no posted detour route (it took me an hour and a half to go the equivalent of 2 subway stops...)

Freitag, 5 September
Turkish market! Really awesome place (like a streetfair, only with more fresh fruit and very inexpensive). There were also lots of cloth merchants, so I will definitely be returning next week with a partial project list (ots of nice stuff in decorator widths, generally priced under 2 euro a meter--pretty cool satins, organza, and even some brocades). Class trip to the gay museum was postponed at the last minute, so I ended up wandering around Mehringdamm and finding cool used book stores (and funny pizza!). We then attended a very post-modern interpretive dance show that seemed to be about body parts. Will need to write up my impressions soon for class on Monday, but let's just say that "confusion" is right near the top of the list.

Samstag, 6 September
Outdoor market day. I swear, I don't normally spend all my time shopping. Anyway, ventured out to Musueminsel, where there was a great arts & crafts/antiques/second hand books market. When you see a sign marked "Best of Communism"... Anyway, that is very much the place for old coins/postcards/antique silverware/random GDR schmau that I've thus far seen. Also went to Hackesher Markt, which was smaller, and much more of the "modern local artist" variety. Tried to go out dancing this evening, but could not find the location on Rudolfstrasse.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Of freak rainstorms, cheap pasta, and pajama parties.

Spent the day working on compositions at Humboldt (wall-group from the weekend presented this morning; retelling of Hansel & Gretel this afternoon). Highlights include Phil's dead-on mimicry of Toby's voice, Kristen taking pictures with her shoe, and the wicked-witch getting thrown under the U-Bahn. I got execute by guillotine (and then shot); I was also a bum on the subway. Elements to "recycle" for the final include full use of props and space, change of the pace of action, and careful attention to mannerisms.

Switched my individual topic to swing dance. Typed up my notes from Saturday night on the other computer; will transfer them here in the near future). Charted out places to go over the next few weeks (several venues available on most nights; need to determine which ones have the most swing, esp. when they list "Swing, Tango, Latein" or the like).

Went shopping for groceries, and ended up caught in a sudden downpour near Kottbusser Tor (about 6-7 blocks as the crow flies...). Did get very cheap pasta for dinner (and ice cream!). Grocery stores here, for all there wonders, do not have very good ice cream selections (the excitement stems from finding some ice cream that was not Haagen-Daazs pints, predominately vanilla). Have wanted a rootbeer float for some days; unfortunately, this country does not seem to believe in rootbeer. Es gefaellt mir nicht.

Finally almost dry. Guten Nacht!

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Stalin must've really liked his little hooked rugs...

Donnerstag, 28 August 2008

Visited the former Statsi headquarters this morning. I think I've now fulfilled my lifetime quota for 1970s furnishings. The spying exhibit was rather amusing (cameras hidden in everything from birdhouses to gloves; there was even a watering can camera for spying on funerals). They also apparently had trouble finding enough tape to for all this recorders, and had a tendency therefore to steal music tapes out of the incoming international mail to use in voice-recording.

Lunch at Checkpoint Charlie (too many tourists, pretty good ice cream).

Spent the afternoon at the Jewish Museum. It was very informative, and had lots of cool artifacts going back to the Middle Ages. Highlights include illuminated manuscripts written in Hebrew, Moses Strauss's glasses (18th century frames are weird!), beautiful Torah shields, and lots of portraits from the past 3-4 centuries. Really depressing things included the whole first and second floors (post-1900).

Need to do something cheerful; will probably involve Monty Python in some capacity.
In other news, it is much easier to “bake” potatoes in a microwave than in an oven. But the oven does get coolness points for being labeled in Celsius.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Die Mauer (und viele Geschichte)

Montag, 25 August 2008

Started class today: orientation at Humboldt and a luncheon (interesting Kartoffeln, delicious Kuchen). Later a walking tour of our part of Kreutzburg (specfically along the old route of the Wall). Turns out our place was right on the border: Michealkirchstrasse (the next block over) has patches on the pavement from where the wall supports used to be and the church itself is still being repaired from the war (getting stuck in no-mans-land for 40 years will do that to you). The parish was split west-east, and apparently had a bit more trouble reuniting than the rest of the city, so there are two neighboring St. Micheal's Parishes in Kreutzburg. The old canal-turned-no-man's-land is now a pretty park with a large fountain and a cute cafe. That seems to be the pattern in this area: there are lots of small parks on oddly shaped lots that appear to be left-overs from the second world war. Just down the block west of here there's a park with a little petting zoo (ponies right next to high rise apartments).

It's almost a sort of a time warp, really. The buildings are quite new and all*, but 1945 seems a lot closer than in the states. There I tend to think of it as being very much in the past—my grandparents' time (and too old even for some of them!). Here, it's very recent news. I suppose that's more of the cold war legacy speaking, though: the delayed rebuilding owes largely to that (besides the sheer size of rebuilding—some parks have hills made of post-1945 rubble). It's not just St. Micheal's either: we walked by the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church (sort of hard to miss), and you can still see empty frames from the stained glass windows, portions of the roof gone, and the remaining 'shell' blackened and gouged. Mind you, that was intentionally left thus; but to make things worse, they added a horrible 80s addition (ala the disaster behind Suzallo). Way to make an architectural tragedy even worse.

Also toured Humboldt today. It's pretty cool and historical too—I want to go to a university that's a remodeled Prussian palace (since 1810). Planck worked there; so did Karl Marx. There's also this huge plaque noting the wing were Einstein lectured when he was in the city. Mind you, that whole part has been rebuilt, as it was destroyed during the war (so its floor doesn't match the rest of the building, though they did a great job getting the outside looking right— well, done GDR). During the cold war, actually, Humboldt was the premiere Universitaet of the GDR. Consequently, quotations from their favorite student figure prominently in the décor (which includes marble “recycled” from Hitler's chancery to repair wartime damage). There's also a stained-glass window featuring Newton and Leibniz (I took a picture for Matt). The neighboring library was one of the main victims of the Nazi book-burnings; the Operplatz, right across Unter Den Linden from Humboldt, was the sight of the conflagration, and has since been renamed Bebelplatz and bears a monument (complete with the obligatory Heinrich Heine quote, which was actually a reference to the Inquisition...)

On a completely unrelated note: this country has awesome baked goods. The bread is delicious. Also, chocolate. Yum. I got some peaches today, and they were very tasty too.

Shout-out time: I totally got a picture of a Schulteiss beer sign (or rather, a little corner store devoted to the same), as per Sara's request (will look into securing something more tangible in honor of Dan). Also saw a store named “Eichhornchen” (with stylized squirrel motifs) which made me think of Nori. It was also virtually adjacent to a bar called “Molotov Cocktail”--another 5 points to Sara and her knowledge of Finnish history. And T, the Ipod is awesome. Es gefaellt mir sehr gut! RHS is in Berlin starting on mid-October, so I'm just missing it! Have yet to see anything that screams “Kathy”, though I imagine it's the part of town we're in (though the Baroque palaces come close).


*Well, comparatively. There are still some older facades, but just everything in the inner city was built/rebuilt in the last 60 years, especially in the last 20). That's what we call 90% destruction. It makes things sort of inverted: the oldest extant buildings are at the edges of the city rather than the center. Also centrally-located apartments being fairly cheap: the Wall, when it stood, really drove down property values—which makes sense when there's a frickin' militarized border between the apartment house and its sidewalk.

I'm going to need some more duct tape...




Samstag, 23 Aug 2008

Arrived yesterday midday local time (3am by my internal clock). The trip went well (minimal airsickness, very yummy food, no awkwardness with teh sercuritaz). Or, at least, for me it went well.

My baggage didn't have quite as nice of a time:

Fortunately, the ladies at the baggage office spoke very good English, and replaced my bag promptly (as the wheels and one of the handles didn't work, this later proved to be a very good thing). Caught the bus and then the underground without trouble.

Turned out that I wrote the address down wrong, however, and spent the next 8 hours hiking through Kreuzburg and Mitte. Note: cobblestones and rolling luggage aren't the world's best combination. Also, should I ever decide to try the whole “backpacking through Europe” thing, I will definitely use a properly framed pack, not a schoolbag. Highlights included getting rained-on and finding a “Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy”-themed hostel (with relatively cheap internet access, yay!)

Reached the apartments on Adalbertstrasse around 8:30 local time. Used a payphone to track down people as my own cell isn't working (really should have stopped at the T-mobile store when I passed it). Slept alot.

The apartments are really cute—and a lot larger than the one in Seattle. Will post pictures when I can. German linens are a bit odd. I cannot, for the life of me, figure out the fitted sheets. Imagine a mattress-sized pillow sham to start with...

Walked around the neighborhood a little this afternoon. There are a number of parks, and a shopping district a few blocks down (with a lot of bars and a cool-looking 2nd hand clothing store). Was more amused than I should have been at the sign on one bar declaring that it was a smoking establishment, and thus under-18s weren't allowed. Went grocery-procuring with Kristin and Mary Grace later; we got Doner-kebobs from a cool Turkish food stand and had fun chatting with the guys who worked there (they spoke some English and seemed very amused by our German). Forgot to bring shopping bags to the grocery store—not a mistake I will be repeating. Bought some staples (since stores aren't open on Sundays in general). The apartments are pretty well stocked on cooking implements (though we seem to be lacking in bowls—but we do have an impressive supply of wine glasses). Internet access isn't what we expected: will post this on-line later.