Thursday, 30 April 2009
No, it is not a snake, but actually a slow-worm (aka blindworm, or in German a Blindschleiche), a harmless, legless, lizard. When you are deep in the undergrowth pulling up grass by hand and you grab one though, the instinctive reaction is an involuntary yelp!
First I found one very long slow-worm (about half a metre long) in a burrow amongst the roots. I took it away from the garden and found it somewhere to live in the woods. When handling it, I found the skin smooth, dry and cold. It had very strong muscles and writhed under my grasp but it didn't try to bite me.
Subsequently I found another four smaller (about 20cm) ones. I guess the large one was the mother, and these were her off-spring. I let the smaller ones wriggle off to find somewhere safer from the aggressive weeding.
My Beloved was horrified, and now I have to do all the digging in the garden in case there are more! I think they are kind of cute though, with blinking eyes (a sign that they are not snakes, which have lidless eyes) and a flickering, forked tongue.
They aren't the only unexpected wildlife we've found in the garden; earlier in the year we were strimming a hummock of incalcitrant grass back and found a hibernating hedgehog. We moved it to a snug place under a pile of cut-down fir-tree branches, and now he is not there so hopefully he survived the Winter and has moved on.
It might still be like a jungle out there, but it is a very colourful one. We have a wonderful display from the lilac trees, which also smell heavenly:
We also have some tropical-looking butterflies visiting the garden now:
And some strange-looking bugs:
Not that the cats are bothered; they are just enjoying the sun (like Tosca here)!
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Leipziger Platz to Schönefeld - Part 1
So, we have decided that to get to know Berlin better we will cycle around the course of the former Berlin Wall along the signposted 'Berliner Maurweg' cycle/walking/and inline skating path.
The Berlin Wall used to run for about 160km around the border between the former Soviet controlled GDR sector of Berlin (German Democratic Republic - DDR or Deutsche Demokratische Republik in German - otherwise known as East Germany), and the FRG sectors (Federal Republic of Germany - Bundesrepublik Deutschland - West Germany) which were controlled by the UK, USA, and France. West Berlin was itself an island of the FRG within the GDR. Therefore, a lot of the wall wasn't just between East and West Berlin, but between West Berlin and the East German state of Brandenburg, which is very rural and makes for pleasant cycling away from the urban built-up areas of the centre of Berlin.
Our first leg took us 34 km or so, and we said hello to the first bit of wall in Leipziger Platz.
This is actually what was the inner wall, and between here and the sections of wall on Potsdamer Platz was the Todesstreifen or 'Death Zone'. Here you can see the inner wall crossing the octagonal Leipziger Platz, marked with a double-row of cobble-stones that would become very familiar over then next week or so:
The mechanical logic of building the wall precisely to the borders agreed at the Yalta Conference bisects once harmoniously laid out urban spaces like Leipziger Platz. After reunification, trying to recreate these areas out of what had become a barren hinterland proved a difficult proposition. In Leipziger Platz a few segments of the wall like this were preserved, together with their original 1980's graffiti:
Another three sections of the wall from here were donated to the United Nations, where they were installed outside the UN building in New York. An observation tower which once stood near here was moved a few hundred metres down the road, and we shall see that shortly.
A hundred metres or so away are the sections of outer wall in Potsdamer Platz, which are much more touristy:
Indeed, here you can even get your passport stamped by somebody in ersatz uniform with an 'authentic' DDR visa stamp. There is something not a little ironic about a wall supposedly built to protect East Germans from so-called fascist capitalism ('Antifaschistischer Schutzwall') nowadays being exploited to fleece tourists, but there you go, that's progress.
And if you want your photo taken with a stencilled image of Spartakist Rosa Luxenburg it remains free. (I remember that for a while this stencil didn't have a cross through it, or a heart around it, but then it had the words 'Ich bin eine Terroristin' suddenly added to it. Such are the fluid opinions transmitted by the art of grafitti. Media Studies students please discuss). Perhaps one of Rosa Luxemburg's most famous quotes is 'Freiheit ist immer Freiheit der Andersdenkenden.' translated as ' Freedom is always and exclusively freedom for the one who thinks differently.' This quote was hurled back at the totalitarian GDR regime by dissenters who dared to think differently.
Amidst all the post-cards and photo-opportunities though, there are interesting information boards which tell the story of The Wall. Hopefully a large enough number of people will come away with a feeling of 'never again' rather than 'Look Honey, I've got this cute souvenir authenticated piece of the former Berlin Wall to put on our mantelpiece'. (Aside: why anyone would pay good money for a lump of perfectly ordinary concrete with a bit of spray paint on it as a memento of an atrocity which divided families and caused many too many deaths is beyond my scope of imagination. And strangely, though the wall was 160 km long and three + metres high with both inner and outer barriers - therefore the potential for an awful lot of concrete - the chances of a postcard with pieces of the wall attached of being genuine are about as high as a church having a splinter of The True Cross).
In the centre of Potsdamer Platz is a reminder that this area of Berlin was once one of the busiest intersections of the city, with a replica of what were possibly the first set of traffic lights erected in Europe. The original went up in 1924, and it is said that people made special trips out just to see the lights change colour. I know some towns in Derbyshire where that's still the main source of entertainment. This reproduction was erected in 1997 to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the Berlin electrical company that created the first, Siemens.First the heavy allied bombing and shelling during the war, then the sweeping away of the rubble to make a death-strip for The Wall, made Potsdamer Platz into a deserted wilderness where the only visitors came to climb Western surveillance platforms and take a peek over the wall. Now a fascinating cityscape of ultra-modern buildings have sprung up, but the square hasn't managed to recover its pre-war importance or the buzz of activity it once had.
On the edge of Potsdamer Platz is one of those strange ironies which most visitors pass by. It is a plinth intended for a monument to Karl Liebknecht, unveiled on 13th August, 1951. Liebknecht was an anti-militarist who formed the German Communist Party (KPD) together with Rosa Luxenburg, and the foundation stone is located at the site of an anti-First World war demonstration in Potsdamer Platz organised by the Spartakists on 1st May 1916, for which he was imprisoned and tortured. Together with Rosa Luxemburg he was murdered by the Freikorps in January 1919, their dead bodies ignominiously disposed of, Luxemburg's in the Landwehr canal (which we'll be cycling alongside later). Liebknecht and Luxenburg later became heroes of the DDR, their names given to streets, squares, and S-Bahn stations across East Germany. But Liebknecht's plinth in Potsdamer Platz languished un-adorned for ten years until 13th August 1961 when East German authorities began to seal off the border. Subsequently the foundation stone was left standing bereft in the border strip beside the westernmost wall, created by the very people who idolised him. What the anti-fascist, anti-war Liebknecht would have thought about the militaristic regime which gave him pin-up status can only be imagined, but I don't think he would have been too worried that the DDR never got around to erecting a monument to him here of all places.
The foundation stone says: "Grundstein eines Denkmals für Karl Liebknecht 1871 - 1919"
Just around the corner from Potsdamer Platz is the Stresemannstraße guard tower, now on the end of Erner-Berger-Straße. This used to stand on Leipziger Platz, but it was probably a good idea for business to hide this symbol away down a side-street rather than distract from the advertisement hordings in Leipziger Platz.
A few minutes cycle away and the wall trail turns into Niederkirchnerstraße, grimly contrasting with the magnificent Martin Gropiusbau:
On the opposite side of Niederkirchner Strasse from the Martin Gropius Bau stands the Abgeordnetenhaus von Berlin - the Parliament building for the State (Land) of Berlin. It was originally built in high-renaissance Italianate style for the Preußischer Landtag (the Prussian Parliament) in 1899 and served as such until 1934 (Hitler had seized power in 1933, and made Hermann Goering premier of Prussia. In January 1934 a decree issued by Hitler dissolved Prussia as a political unit and it has ceased to exist ever since). This building has seen many revolutionary events, such as the foundation of the Communist Party of Germany (KPD) on 1st January 1919 by - oh come, on you can guess by now - Rosa Luxemburg and Karl Liebnecht. On 25th October 1990 the legislature of Berlin, which during the Cold War years had been convening in the Schöneberg town hall, voted to make its home in the Prussian Landtag after unification, which it duly did on 29th April 1993. By the way, it was from the front entrance of Rathaus Schöneberg that JFK made his famous 'Ich bin ein Berliner' speech.
The photo below is looking the other way up the street, from the back of the wall, which is on land which was formerly the site of the building of the Nazi Gestapo, SS, and Reichsicherheitsamt Headquarters. A grim, grim place. But hey, you didn't come to this blog to look at pretty, post-card pictures did you?(You did? Okay, stick around. We'll be getting to the picturesque bits soon enough. Promise). If you really want to cheer up your day, then visit the Topographie des Terrors exhibition nearby. It documents the horrors of the Nazi state in mercilessly and mechanistically putting down resistance amongst its own citizenry, so in a way adds justification to why The Wall was erected against a paranoid belief that it was a protection against a resurgence of these kind of atrocities. If only the DDR didn't itself then recreate its own Gestapo-like state security Stasi thugs. Oh hum. Not so much 'the Iron Curtain' as the Irony Curtain.Here's a view along Niederkirchnerstraße itself. The building on the left is Göring's Air Ministry (shudder), which managed to survive the War almost intact and is now the German Federal Finance Ministry. Niederkirchnerstrasse, by the way, was previously named Prinz Albert Straße, until 1951 when it was renamed after the communist resistance fighter Käthe Niederkirchner who was arrested by the Gestapo, tortured, carried off to Ravensbrück concentration camp for women in May 1944, was imprisoned in isolation cell there, wrote secret diaries during her last days (which survived the war and were later handed over to her family), and was shot by the SS during the night of 27 to 28 September 1944.
I suspect that a monument on the wall of the Finance Ministry passes most tourists by, so here it is:
The words say:
"Wenn wir auch sterben sollen,
So wissen wir: Die Saat
Geht auf. Wenn Köpfe rollen, dann
Zwingt doch der Geist den Staat."
"Glaubt mit mir an die gerechte Zeit, die alles reifen lässt!"
Which roughly translates as:
"Even if we should die,
We know this: The seed
Bears fruit. If heads roll, then
The spirit nevertheless forces the state."
"Believe with me in the just time that lets everything ripen."
These words are by Heinz Harro Max Wilhelm Georg Schulze-Boysen (2 September 1909 – 22 December 1942), German officer and resistance fighter with the Rote Kapelle against Hitler's fascist regime. He was murdered by the Gestapo at Plötzensee Prison. I find this monument particularly poignent in such proximity to the site of the Gestapo HQ and the so-called anti-fascist protection wall (sic).
The wall continued along Zimmerstraße on the right-hand side of the street. As you walk along it is worth pondering on the fact that when the wall was up, only armed patrol guards would have been able to walk along here, and that the impressive late-nineteenth century buildings lining the street would have been closed up and empty.
Soon we come to the itersection with Friedrichstraße, where the infamous Checkpoint Charlie was located, and where the next part of Day 1 picks up.
Leipziger Platz to Schönefeld - Part 2
Monday, 13 April 2009
About 36 kilometers SW of Berlin as the cormorant flies, the small, picturesque town of Werder lies on the restful Havel river. Its old town is on a small island connected to the mainland by a bridge, and it is a honeypot for tourists. So, maybe a hot sunny Easter Monday was perhaps not the best day to visit it, particularly as the train station is a good half hour's walk from the island, and no buses were running on a bank holiday. But for all its popularity the crowds weren't too bad, compared, say, with Matlock Bath on the same day. It just meant a bit of a queue for ice cream (the walnut flavour was himmlisch lecker!).
A walk around the island was most pleasent and didn't take long. I particularly liked the splendidly neo-gothic Heilig-Geist-Kirche:
In the church-yard is a cross of reconciliation made of nails from the old Coventry Cathedral, which was of course bombed and destroyed by the Luftwaffe during the Second World War.
Curiously there is also a monument to those people of Werder who died at the hands of the Staasi (the DDR State Secret Police, or Staatssicherheit). I have not seen one of these before:
The streets are narrow and quaint, reminding me of a Devonshire fishing village (not surprisingly, as the main traditional industry here is fishing, followed curiously enough by viniculture and fruit growing):
All in all, most serene and peaceful - ruhig - and a place I would like to return to. Though not on a bank holiday next time, and maybe with my bike. I can taste that walnut ice cream already!
(Do I keep going on about the tourists? Like we're not ones ourselves? Well, judge for yourself. Here's the main market square on Werder Island; as you can see, absolutely heaving with people, like being at a Wembley football match, you could hardly move for folk!)*
* = irony verging on sarcasm.
Saturday, 11 April 2009
After yesterday's trip to Cottbus we took another Brandenburg ticket on the regional railway back to the Sorbian Spreewald area. This time there were just the four of us, and we travelled to Lübbenau (Lubnjow).
The region is criss-crossed with canals and channels amongst the reeds, making it something like the Norfolk Broads (England). Unlike the Norfolk Broads, you can't hire a motor-boat to cruise the waterways, but you can ride on a punted boat:
Some of these trips along the canal-ways last seven hours, but we didn't have the time, or the stamina. Instead we hired a four-person kayak and rowed ourselves around for a very enjoyable hour. Here's a typical thatched cottage backing up onto the canal which we slid past on the still water:
Afterwards we revived ourselves in a Biergarten by the waterside, where the main items on the menu were all the various dishes you could concoct out of pickled gherkins, cucumbers, and boiled potatoes with linseed oil. Indeed, my Beloved had a gherkin platter with six different kinds of gherkin, and was still tasting them two days later! I settled for the safe option of pommes (french fries), which could be either 'rot' (red) or ' weiß' (white). I wondered if this referred to the type of potato, but oh silly me, it just meant whether you wanted them with (tomato) ketchup or mayo! Anyway, washed down with a delicious schwartzbier we were ready to explore Lübbenau and the curious village of Lehde.
Everywhere in Lübbenau seemed to be selling pickled gherkins. Senfgurke (mustard gherkins), Gewürzgurke (dill pickles), Salzgurke (pickled cucumbers), Pfeffergurken (pepper gherkins), Knoblauchgurken (garlic gherkins) . . . anything gherkin-related in fact. There was even a Gurken-Radweg cycle path, sign-posted with a gherkin riding a bike. We were heading for Lehde and, joy of joys!, we noted that they had a gherkin museum:
Lehde (Sorb: Ledy) turned out to be a most intriguing village of many islands amongst the water channels, connected by high-backed bridges which reminded me of Venice. Unlike Venice, there is an unsophistication, a living with nature, a simplicity that is pure German Romanticism.
The flood meadows between Lehde and Lübbenau were full of golden-headed marsh marigolds and the distinctive hay-stacks of the region. It was all really idyllic and other-worldly:
It was so strange, that you could expect anything. Even a giant nest of Easter eggs!
Another excellent excursion, made all the more enjoyable by the company of our fellow explorers, and like the pickled gherkins, I think we will be returning again and again.