My God, Help Me to Survive this Deadly Love

As dawn broke, I rushed through my morning, still reeling from last night's endless chatter with Padmapriya! Off to Naumburg first, then a brief delay before heading to Berlin.

Divided by walls, the Brandenburg Gate stood majestic, gleaming in the morning light amidst bubbles blown by passersby. A regal start indeed, followed by a visit to the Reichstag, Germany's parliament. Unfortunately, I was too late to secure entry (reservations close months in advance!).

Undeterred, I crossed the river to the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe. The silence was profound, amplified by the looming stone slabs. Each step deeper, the weight of history's atrocities grew heavier.

Seeking solace in nature, I found respite under an tree in a nearby park. After a brief rest, I headed to the Mall of Berlin, passing by memorials to Mozart, Beethoven, and other music greats.

A satisfying Indian meal preceded a bus ride to Berlin Cathedral (Berliner Dom), its architecture grand against a backdrop of sunny weather and occasional blessings of rain.

From there, I marveled at the Altes Museum's impressive facade before heading to the Berlin TV Tower, passing a replica of the Sanchi Stupa at the Humboldt Forum. Did they steal that too? At Alexanderplatz, the tower loomed tall, and after picking up some beautiful souvenirs, I ascended.

After more relaxation, I ventured to Checkpoint Charlie post-dinner. The sunset painted a beautiful scene, the weather remaining surprisingly kind throughout (touchwood!).

To complete the full circle, I walked from the Brandenburg Gate to remnants of the Berlin Wall. Despite clichés suggesting otherwise, history leaves indelible marks. The Fraternal Kiss mural on the wall remains a poignant reminder of the once-imposing Cold War divide. Berlin's nightlife buzzed vibrantly - a pleasant surprise!

Next, I crashed at my friend Anandh's place in Potsdam. The following day, we explored Neues Palais, Sanssouci Park, and the Fort, marveling at the grandeur and wondering if the king ever truly enjoyed this splendid summer retreat alone.

Then, after a journey slightly extended by storm-related delays, I was back home, reflecting on the whirlwind of history and experiences in Berlin.