addendum to the last post

Something I forgot to mention in my post from yesterday, is that in the award speech for the movie Fortuna (if memory serves me correctly), Martin Luther King, Jr. was quoted.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

I wanted to actually make two comments about this.

  1. I’m amazed at the global influence MLK, Jr. has made. This is a quote at a German film festival by a Swiss director. There’s also a street named after him (much like happens in the US) in the small Baltic city of Rostock, and that’s only where I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I’m sure there are others. etcetera
  2. This is a pretty great quote… even if it’s not quite clear when MLK, Jr. said it (probably in one of his sermons), it makes sense to share these words in times of hate and intolerance- which, if my history serves me correctly, has been forever. Here, it was said in reference to the treatment of the refugees in Europe, the fear they face coming and staying surrounded by people who may not want them there, and the way their lives are changed. If we could just have more sympathy for what these people go through, seeking out safety, higher quality of life, etc. (which is what all of us would hope for ourselves), I think we could deal with the situation with a lot less pain.

There’s more to be said about the relationship between light and love. Both are positively connotative, imbued with hope and goodwill. That’s not to say that love cannot be selfish, and light is always the goal. Pure light rarely exists and most of the world is a series of dark flecked light. However, to sit there in the Haus der Kulturen der Welt and hear these words, first in German translation, then in the English original, was pretty great.

The director of the Berlinale Generation section liked the quote so much that she read it at the end of the ceremony again, before the two winning movies were shown. How I could forget it when writing my post yesterday, I don’t know. But I remember now.

It’s moments and memories like these that stay with one.

Also, finally, the Berlinale Generation awards are nothing like the Oscars- too much pomp, ego, and money is part of the latter’s choices and ceremony.

Finding the political in everything

About a week and a lifetime ago (every week is a lifetime when on a break from normal routine), I just finished attending the Berlinale. As previously explained, there are various sections of the Berlin film festival, and I attended mostly the Generation 14+ movies with a K+ Awards ceremony thrown in. It’s not that I’m not ready for the “adult” movies yet. It’s mostly that the Generation section movies are easier to coordinate and attend. And honestly, they’re not any less demanding of empathy, understanding or ability to feel sad. This year, I saw four 14+ movies: 303, which I mentioned last week, Kissing Candice, High Fantasy, and the winner of the 14+ section: Fortuna. Of the four, 303 and Kissing Candice were more about growing up and becoming an adult. However, Kissing Candice, an Irish movie with a sub-plot about a gang of unruly, drug using, violent boys, also already crossed the border of entertainment into political commentary- which is what High Fantasy and Fortuna definitely were.


Director/Writer and two main cast members of Kissing Candice 

Before I continue, I should mention that I’ve always been weirdly involved in politics. Perhaps my transnational heritage caused me to question the point of nation, and therefore of state, and therefore of borders and therefore of what happens within those borders, etc.. But despite my degrees in literature, I’ve visited my share of political seminars and my PhD project is actually a weird intersection of literature, media, and politics (aka cultural studies) and so I consider myself qualified to talk about politics. Also, as Percy Bysshe Shelley proclaimed, “Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world,” so who knows!

I know that you are probably rolling your eyes right now. It’s okay. I roll my eyes at myself a lot too.

Anyhow, as far as Berlinale goes, my favorite movie was High Fantasy, a South African movie questioning the success of the “rainbow nation” and highlighting contemporary tensions in race politics and discrimination. It wasn’t just the topic that had me on board. I just really enjoyed the story, how the characters switched bodies, and the nod to 80s style sci-fi a la Stranger Things. Race Politics and the way People of Color were treated in South Africa through the 90s did not disappear with the end of Apartheid, of course. We see this in the USA too, and here we supposedly ended segregation decades earlier. On top of continuing tensions between People of Color and Whites in South Africa- showcased in various high profile events and protests in the past few years, there is also an increasing awareness of LGTBQ+ rights. So where do these issues find an audience? In front of the Berlin 14+ audience. Unfortunately, the movie has yet to be screened in South Africa, but maybe building up a portfolio of positive responses elsewhere will give director —- the strength (and financial means) to show it in South Africa and perhaps even get action-inciting conversation going.

Similarly political, but closer to home, was the movie Fortuna. Chosen as the winner of this year’s 14+ section for the Berlinale by both the international and public jury, Fortuna was honestly one of the most difficult movies I’ve seen in a while. It wasn’t terribly traumatic or tmi. Rather, it was just painfully slow. I’m sorry that I say that like it’s a bad thing. I’m definitely a fan of artistic movies, and agree I that we don’t need fifteen shots in just as many seconds and that the Hollywood combo of comedy and action just grates the sensibility to finely shredded stinky cheese. However, some humor is needed. And while the black and white cinematography was aesthetically beautiful, and the close shots of two men having a conversation for 15 minutes quite, well unusual , I was finding it hard to focus.

The story revolved around a 14-year old refugee from an African country and her fate- specifically, her ability to chose her fate (Catholic faith and questions about abortion played an important part in this movie). She had been sent to live in a Swiss convent led by a group of well-meaning, but perhaps unprepared monkish type men. The movie, despite having some artistic merit, clearly won due to its attempt to take on the socio-political topic of the decade- refugee seekers in Europe. The focus on an individual and her fate as an unaccompanied minor, as well as all the Swiss government beuracracy and the humanity in the face of inhumane forces (none the least an icy-coldness that I could feel in my own bones, despite the fact that it was only an audio-visual representation) maybe is what won. I don’t know. I can’t judge the 16 movies that were up for selection, but I felt that the other movies I had seen had just as much merit- if in different ways.

But oh well. That was that. The 14+ section also featured some great, slightly politically involved movies. The short film that won was Field Guide to 12-Year Old Girls, an Australian movie that I could relate to and enjoyed, and the feature film Les Rois Mongols (meaning “the idiot kings,” awkwardly translated in English as “Cross My Heart”). This movie wasn’t as political as the 14+ section films, even if it included some Quebecois left-wing politics and French versus English Canadian identity. However, it reminded me of the need children have to be included in decisions concerning family, and of their need to be taken seriously. They can understand more than we give them credit for, and that should never be underestimated, it looks like.


The Glass Bears awarded to the public jury chosen short and feature films

So there you have it. Berlinale. Four glass bears awarded and I am 7 great movies richer for it.

Moving on, I also took a few hours of my Saturday (after a long run, before the K+awards ceremony) to pop into the Kennedy Museum (after spending an hour to discover that this wasn’t the same as the Kennedy Haus) and visited the photo exhibit of Pete Souza’s selection of photos taken during the Obama presidency.


As found on the Kennedy Museum Website:

An exhibit for Obama in the presence of a permanent exhibit about John F. Kennedy was no coincidence. Both had a special and curated relationship with the people via the media, and this much can be seen in the photos taken of both throughout their presidencies. I personally am guilty for letting my impression of Obama take over my feelings about his political actions while in office (and afterwards). For me, he presents one of the most intelligent, upright characters that I know. This is, of course, based only on what I (am able to) know about him, but I also hope that my opinion of him is never shattered by some news about what he did in office or afterwards.

At any rate, many Berlin fans will know that Kennedy once gave a speech in West Berlin where he states “ich bin ein Berliner” (I won’t explain the joke that Kennedy called himself a donut- you’ll have to look that up yourself), and the visit from which this speech came endeared Kennedy to the hearts of many Germans, and hence a whole 100+ sq. meters dedicated to the man in one of Berlin’s more expensive corners. It’s a pretty well put-together museum, and I enjoyed my hour there. I can advise it- but only if you’re not allergic to politicians and photos.

And thus endeth one post, with plans for the next one to cover a trip I took to Duisburg and Den Haag.

As a small preview: small Blaumeisen, which are now my favorite birds. Yellow breast and blue heads and feathers. You can’t really see it here, but it’s still a nice photo, I think.

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okay, in reference to the post title, maybe not everything…

Spies and Bears

No, this isn’t going to be a story about how a bear ate a spy (or a spy ate a bear?). Nor is it the title for a parable (though it does sound kind of Cold Warsian, right?). Honestly, I’m just being economical in my blog posts and covering multiple topics in one go while updating you about my life in Berlin. This post: Berlinale and spy tour guides.
First of all, it’s the semester break! Can I get a “thank the midichlorians”? After spending four months visiting three colloquia, a dozen workshops and lectures, and teaching my first content-based class, I’m ready to rededicate my working hours to my dissertation. I also plan to update my Words blog regularly again, so stay tuned for that.
This break may also lead me on more off-campus adventures, which I’ll be sure to report. None the least I have my participation in the Berlinale, which started on Thursday, February 15th and goes on though Sunday, February 25th, to write about. My cousin once again organized tickets for a bunch of movies at 2,50 € apiece (yes, extremely nice and lucky, I know!) and that’s filled up my evenings for the next week. So that’s the bear part of this post.

so many Bären, Courtesy of

How cool is it to live in a major city that has an international film festival?!

a bunch of VIPs from the movie who got up for Q & A afterwards, which is one of the cool parts of Berlinale

My first movie of this year was on Friday: 303, a road-trip movie that starts in Germany and ends in Portugal, involving some intense dialogue with a mostly critical, if not a little cliched view of things like capitalism, relationships, and sexual attraction. I do think that some of the topics looked at (abortion, biological versus non-biological parenthood) could have been considered more carefully. On the other hand, I realize the main idea was to discuss love and the movie was already long enough! And it was a good, hopeful movie. Social media and internet didn’t feature at all and love conquered in the end so, yay. One could almost say that it was ‘getting away from it all’ that allowed the interpersonal relationship to develop like it did, but that would be kind of old-school. The question is, how do we, from generation y, love?

The movie did feature some beautiful landscapes and was a German movie at a German film festival, so it was worth watching and people watching. Side note: it was a movie for Generation 14+, which means it’s recommended for young adults at least 14 years old. I saw a few of these movies last year too, and I’m surprised by the maturity expected of 14 year-olds sometimes.
Sandwiching my last Colloquium of the year, however, was also my role as an extra in a documentary. Now, I’m not actually allowed to write a lot about the filming and the topic, but it is somewhat related to amateur spies in former GDR who spied for the CIA and at some point got caught and traded over at the famous Glienicke Brücke. The famous bridge, that is, which crosses the Havel River and marked the border from former West Berlin to Potsdam (capital of the GDR, now capital of the state of Brandenburg).
My role was obviously minimal and I already know most of the history of the GDR and spying during the Cold War, no small thanks to Hollywood, college, and my parents. But it was very interesting to stand by the bridge and learn about it from a new perspective- a personal perspective, if one will.

In case you didn’t know (or have forgotten, it’s been about 73 years and some intense politics), Germany was split in two after World War II, and one of the borders was at the Havel River with this bridge marking the  boundary. The bridge is famous for, if not its neoclassic architecture (I hope I labeled that right, I’m not really a label person), its location for famous spy exchanges throughout the Cold War. More on this later, when I’ve been given the all-clear.

I was also introduced to the Villa right by the bridge, Villa Schöningen. I didn’t have a chance to visit it properly, but I hope to do so when I come back over the summer, hopefully with my family!

I took some photos from that, too. But apparently, I’ve reached my photo maximum for this post. I’ll describe: old school villa, nicely renovated, with hammer and sickle memorabilia. And some other stuff.


Oh look! One more photo did attach!

So, spies.

But before I go, there’s actually one more thing I want to do with this post: accept and pass on the Liebster award. I was recently nominated by Meghann at Miles with Meghann (thanks Meghann!) and decided to accept, though I can understand why many bloggers forgo the extra work. I also am letting this strain die with me (I’m sorry, Meghann!), but I’m sure it will live on with others!

And here are my answers to her questions:

1. Sweet or sour candy? none. I quit processed-sugar a few years ago. But when I was eating, it was all the candy, without discretion (which part of the reason why I gave it up ;-))
2. What’s your favorite TV show? does Tatort count? Otherwise it’s Sherlock. 
3. Do you have a favorite workout? I love intervals. Especially 400s. 
4. Who would you want for your celebrity parents? This is a hard question for me to answer. I can’t think anyone would do a good a job as my own ‘rents (and I’m not just saying that because you read this, Papa).
5. Three favorite movies? Lord of the Rings trilogy (see what I did there?)
6. Cake or pie? See number 1.
7. Who is your favorite athlete? currently a toss-up between Simone Biles and Shalane Flanagan
8. What’s your favorite holiday? Weihnachten.
9. Favorite Olympic sport? in the summer it’s the track events and in the winter it’s figure skating
10. What’s your favorite post that you’ve written? Volunteering at the Berlin Marathon. It may not be my all-time favorite, but it’s pretty far up there.

If you as a random reader chose to answer the questions yourselves (or just answer something you make up yourself), I’d love to read the answers!

Happy Vorlesungsfreiezeit (Vorlesungen are lectures, frei means free, and Zeit is time. yep, these Germans with their 50 point-Scrabble-words),

James Turrell and the Dorotheenstädtischer Friedhof

Of course, given all the talk about my name in the past week, I had to visit the Dorotheenstädtischer Friedhof yesterday.


The Dorotheenstadt cemetery, officially the “Cemetery of the Dorotheenstadt and Friedrichswerder Parishes,”  is a ‘landmarked Protestant burial ground located in the Berlin district of Mitte’ (Wikipedia) which dates to 1762 and in which many, many famous Germans are buried: Bertoldt Brecht and his wife Helene Weigel, who also happened to live next door to the cemetery, Hegel, Fichte, Heinrich Mann, Arnold Zweig, Anna Seghers, Regisseur Heiner Müller and the Prussian architects Friedrich August Stüler and Karl Friedrich Schinkel, among others. It’s called the “Prominenten [basically VIP’s] cemetery” of Berlin and is located in Stadtmitte (a city district in the center of Berlin) near Oranienburger Tor, which used to be the north entry to a much smaller Berlin. It’s also near the Jewish Synagogue of Berlin and the Bertoldt Brecht Haus. A lot of the cemetery and the chapel were affected by WWII, but the chapel was reconstructed in the 1960s and a dedicated space for James Turrell’s (a US American artist and architect) concepts of space and light since then. It is this chapel my brother and I visited yesterday, having been to the cemetery in the past to appreciate the space and resting grounds of many important German thinkers.

Since being in Berlin 2017, I’ve tried to do something unique to Berlin at least twice a month. Lately, it’s been something at least once each weekend. The past two weekends were taken care of by the Berlinale- Berlin’s international film festival, which featured some really great movies (better, dare I say, than some of the movies up for Oscars tonight).

To just return to those viewings for a second: The really neat thing about the Berlinale was that the directors, producers, and/or actors as well as others involved would be available for Q & A after the movies. The awards ceremony for the Generation group (movies with kids as a main focus) was especially fun to watch.


The Glass Bears

However, this weekend, I spent a leisurely Saturday morning while preparing for my long run, came back from my long run and felt like a zombie, and decided it was a good reason as any to get some blood pouring through my legs again. I had looked for things to do in the morning, but didn’t really find much except for a play and a few random destinations. So I went for my run.

After refueling with pancakes, I looked again and stumbled upon the “tips for the day” put out by the Berlin event planner thingie (don’t know who’s job it is to arrange these things, but I’m glad they’re there!) and found an event that met my expectations: interesting, I knew where it was located, and it was inepensive- cost 5 Euro reduced entry free.

The event started at 5 pm, which I later found out was so that one could see the chapel during the day and then experience sunset and the effect of the light changes from inside the chapel. Being there a bit early gave me the chance to catch a few shots from outside and surrounding gardens:

After getting seated in the chapel, which was arranged like any other chapel- benches, alter in the front, space in the back for the organ, but otherwise rather spartan, I tried to wrap my head around the unusual lighting. There was a bright blue light coming from the walls, and bright green coming from the alter that while pleasant enough, just seemed artificial. I didn’t feel like I was properly in God’s space. It didn’t help that people were chatting and laughing and on their phones.

But then a member of the parish came up and introduced the space before introducing the curator of the art installation. The young curator told us about James Turrell and his work, as well as his ideas for the chapel. It is an interesting coincidence that the one event I chose this weekend in Berlin had to do with a US American, but it’s also a refection of how globalized we are.


At any rate, I was thrown back to my art studies and how complementary colors work and how lights affect ability to gauge dimensions, and so I was really into the design aspect of the space. Then, the parish member lit the candles of the alter, and I was surprised at how the natural light balanced the artificial light that no longer was unappealing to me anyway.

There were some great violets and oranges that I didn’t photograph. Once the prayer was said and the candles lit, the space was mostly quiet and it was a great chance to reflect and let the lights do their magic… and it really was magic.

Leaving the chapel, my brother remarked that what we did was low-keyed for a weekend outing, but it was really nice. It got us a chance to see something unique and participate in a little event that not many knew of or were there for. I know many people who come to Berlin are more interested in the big monuments and events of the city, but one shouldn’t forget the small ones. I guess getting to know them is part of the perks of living in that space, and not just visiting.

For those interested, the event happens every Wednesday and Saturday half an hour before sunset, and costs 10 Euro, 5 Euro reduced for students, veterans, seniors, and those on benefits.