Division and Tolerance: a profile of Berlin
My highly irregular review of places I happen to be continues now with a look into the capital city of the Federal Republic of Germany, a country which I am still in at the time of beginning this article, surrounding myself with fellow teenagers who are becoming gradually delirious as their lack of sleep and boredom becomes progressively more omnipotent within their conscience. In a bid to stave off this madness, I’m going to profile this capital city which is more (in)famous for its past rather than the present. My dad, a frequent traveler through work, dislikes Germany as he feels that irrespective of where in this land he is, he feels that the nation is tarnished by guilt. Guilt for the actions of previous generations which they shouldn’t deserve to suffer from. Philosophically I see where my dad is coming from. But in Berlin, I don’t see any guilt. Not that the past isn’t a constant reminder when travelling through this sprawl of a city. Historical buildings portray Berlin as a vib...