Berlin

this non conformist city breathes a calm but edgy air through gaps in the graffiti and the street art everywhere its face is sometimes brutal but its heart and soul seem not and it walks a sexy diverse walk that’s cold yet somehow hot (but I know I’m getting older when those fun thoughts in my head reject the swinging KitKatClub for KitKat bars instead) and all those wearing AirPods sipping hot drinks on the go pass tourists taking boat trips slowly going with the flow while the 'high tea' of a bratwurst served from food trucks on the street is eaten at tall tables en plein air without a seat and just like high end stores at home the windows dress up nice displaying bling that's priceless - as it’s shown without its price note too that no one jaywalks here by crossing roads at will not even during rush hour when the traffic’s standing still and when it comes to bridges here’s a fact that crossed my mind: there are more here than in Venice and in Amsterdam combined and by saving time by taking trams that move berlin about we spent time taking time in parks where locals take time out while the aiming and the shooting by the wall towards the west was just us aiming cell phones shooting selfies with the rest. but the death camp films and clothes we saw of the many that were killed brought tears that drowned a silence there for the blood that humans spilled and I cannot start to comprehend the minds of those who kill and just because I went there - and just because I stood there - and just because I wrote this doesn’t mean I ever will.