Inside a Neukölln bar

Two unemployed former colleagues commiserating . . . its hard to say who won the battle of the down and out.

We’re sitting at the bar right in front of the mixologist.

Former colleague: “I can’t order, I think that bartender is too hot.”

“I really hate ordering because they can never understand me but okay” I catch the eye of another bartender.

“Zwei rot Wein Corbieres” as I am saying Corbieres he says “Gran Passione”

“Nein, Corbieres”

“Corbieres” correctly in French.

Another bartender enters the picture and looks at me asking me what I want. I want to say in German I already ordered 2 red wines but the only thing that stumbles out of my mouth as I point behind him where my wine is being poured is “die zwei rot Wein” (the two red wine)

He looks at me with understanding and grabs a beer glass and says “Ein Rollberg” (a Berlin beer called Rollberg). Then I start laughing uncontrollably as the guy behind him brings over our wine glasses. The other Rollberg bartender sees this and also starts laughing and then the first bartender is like why is everyone laughing.

Görlitz: the remains of movie magic

April 26, 2014

I was inspired to visit Görlitz after watching The Grand Budapest Hotel  . . . I should have learned by now the reality never lives up to the art but what can you do . . . you just want to be that much closer to something that captures your imagination.

Closed... looking through a glass door
Closed… looking through a glass door
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Instagram filter
Storefronts in the city empty and shutdown
storefronts in the city empty and shutdown

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Oberlausitzische library . . . I love beautiful libraries
Oberlausitzische library . . . I love beautiful libraries
Church door had faded to the most beautiful shade of blue
church door faded to the most beautiful shade of blue
Typical former DDR small town dilapidation
Typical former DDR small town dilapidation
a little art nourvea typography before reaching the train station
a little art nouveau-ish typography before reaching the train station

Wernigerode

Wernigerode was an odd little town a few hours by Regional Express (RE slower trains) from Berlin; a long day trip to the Eastern end of the Harz Mountains. The 2002 Lonely Planet Germany guidebook sold the idea to me by using the terms romantic and fairy-tale and then I google imaged “Wernigerode” and found the castle snow covered in twilight or seen from dramatic aerial views and I was doubly sold. So I traveled and found the interior design of a hipster hunting lodge for a young duke, which isn’t to say I was disappointed but perhaps underwhelmed or rather nicely surprised at the modern aesthetic. I say odd because I’ve never been to a small German town where almost every single house in the town center was timbered, the affect was unusual and a bit disconcerting. The “too much timber…” made me feel imprisoned.

On the way passing by Kirschmoser... The RE trains make a lot of stops.
On the way passing by Kirchmöser… The RE trains make a lot of stops.
Looking down on the town walking up to the castle
Looking down on the town walking up to the castle
Schloß Wernigerode
Schloß Wernigerode
Schloß chapel interior
Schloß chapel interior
Hunting lodge aesthetic
Hunting lodge aesthetic

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this guy made me smile
this guy made me smile
Everywhere timbered
Everywhere timbered

Weimar

May 25 2013 (iPad)

Goethe's writing room
Goethe’s writing room

Goethe painted his workroom and bedroom in this light-colored mint green as he believed in color theory. Mint = peace. The study apparently is exactly how he left it the day he died.