finding resonance: September 2012

03 September, 2012

Amsterdam

Shira and I just returned from a glorious 10-days in Europe. 5 in Berlin, 5 in Amsterdam. Having only traveled to the Third World together, it was, frankly, a relief and real joy to vacation in a place with ample toilet paper, clean drinking water, paved roads, and English speakers.

Here's a brief primer of our time in Amsterdam with some of our photos.

Bikes.

The most stunning part of Amsterdam is the role bicycles play in the city. It's not as if the city planners have simply accommodated cyclists by installing lanes. Instead, bikes are the PRIMARY mode of transportation here. In many areas, the bike lanes are more like bike roads, where they have as much, if not more space than car lanes. We saw old ladies, young fathers, small children and everyone in between on bicycles.

Heaven on Earth.

On our last day in Amsterdam, we took an amazing bike-trip north of the city, where we rode through quaint, Dutch farming villages and ended up on Marken Island.

("I'm a happy cow.")

Food.

(Shirski is excited about the cheese)

(Thai)

(Carrot/Apple Juice)

(Spinach and cheese pancake!)

(Strawberry pankcake)

On our last night in town, we stayed with an extremely generous and smart journalist in the city's Northeast side. She just wrote this book about her experience working as a conductor on Amsterdam's tram-system.

Naturally, we cooked her shakshuka for dinner. She had never had it before.

Sites.

Of all the Holocaust-related sights we saw in Amsterdam and Berlin, the Anne Frank house was the most poignant. To walk through the annex, to read her diary, to touch their sink...We were reminded again why Anne Frank is one of the great heroes and voices of humanity.

Vondelpark is like Amsterdam's Central Park.

(Hannah and her friends)

(Coolest kid's slide of all time)

Getting Around.

(Despite Shira being very good with maps, Amsterdam was difficult to navigate.)

(This nice fella looks like his dog)

(Entering the Red Light District)

Amsterdam is one of the most beautiful cities we've ever seen. The Dutch were extremely friendly. Their architecture is stunning, their canals plentiful, and their weather perfect (coming from boiling Tel Aviv).

Berlin

Shira and I just returned from a glorious 10-days in Europe. 5 in Berlin, 5 in Amsterdam. Having only traveled to the Third World together, it was, frankly, a relief and real joy to vacation in a place with ample toilet paper, clean drinking water, paved roads, and English speakers.

Here's a brief primer of our time in Berlin with some of our photos.

The city, unbeknownst to us before we arrived, is a hot-bed of awesome Asian food. On our first night in town, we hit Monsieur Vuong, a hip Vietnamese place with really good veggie curries and noodle dishes.

The next morning, we explored the Jewish Museum. The architecture of the two seemingly unconnected (from the outside) structures were just as interesting as the museum content itself.

(from wikipedia)

Here's a shot from the Garden of Exile, which attempts "to completely disorient the visitor. It represents a shipwreck of history."

And here's my favorite shot of a spirited Cantor from a visiting photo exhibit at the Museum, documenting Germany's many Russian immigrants.

Later that day, we headed to Checkpoint Charlie, the best known border crossing between East and West Berlin during the Cold War.

Berlin is full of public art. It's not uncommon to see a nice-looking apt. building, exploding with graffiti.

Speaking of public art, the longest stretch of the Berlin Wall left-standing has been devoted to Peace-centric murals, painted by artists from all over the world. The stretch is known as the East Side Gallery.

We were lucky to hear about the Prinzessinnengärten. It's a sprawling urban farm in the Kreuzberg neighborhood of East Berlin which we rode our rented bikes to one afternoon.

A department store sat on this piece of land until WWII, when it was bombed. Until recently, it was sitting empty. A small group of people now lease the land from the city, uncertain of its future.

On site is a restaurant sourced with the farm's produce. Everyday, a different, fresh and affordable meal is offered.

We were served some-kind of polenta mash, citrus-y fennel salad, and colorful quiche.

Of course, it would have been impossible to be in Germany without confronting it's history. We took the train about 30-minutes outside Berlin to Orianenberg where the Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp sits.

"More than 200,000 people were imprisoned in the Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp between 1936 and 1945. At first the prisoners were mostly political opponents of the Nazi regime. However, increasing numbers of members of groups defined by the National Socialists as racially or biologically inferior were later included. By 1939 large numbers of citizens from the occupied European states arrived. Tens of thousands of people died of starvation, disease, forced labor and mistreatment, or were victims of the systematic extermination operations of the SS. Thousands of other prisoners died during the death marches following the evacuation of the camp at the end of April 1945. Approximately 3,000 sick prisoners, along with the doctors and nurses who had stayed behind in the camp, were liberated by Soviet an Polish soldiers."

(work will set you free)

We also made it to Berlin's Holocaust Memorial. Frankly, it was pretty disappointing. It was abstract where it could have been sincere but still creative. It's basically "2,711 gray stone slabs that bear no markings, such as names or dates."

I think the most disturbing holocaust sightseeing we did was in West Berlin, in a suburb called Wannsee. It was here in this beautiful neighborhood, in a gorgeous mansion on the banks of a lovely lake where top Nazi officials discussed how they'd carry-out the Final Solution.