This video was taken a year ago today, exactly. In Berlin.
I’m standing on the site of my ancestors’ home, listening to the bells of the Berliner Dom, seen in the background. My ancestral home was destroyed by Allied bombs in the war.
Four months later I would return, in the dead of winter (and in the dead of myself, truth be told) to research and write my book ‘The In Between’.
Below is an excerpt from my book. It’s a stream-of-consciousness love letter to Berlin, written in a hotel room somewhere along the way:
Berlin and I are two peas in a pod.
She has her scars, I have mine.
Together we rise up from the past with a fierce gentleness easily taken for granted.
Underneath the glistening architecture, the pulse of trauma beats. Self-inflicted wounds mingle with monsters.
Fire-bombs and bullet holes pierce the skin of Berlin, but like Persephone she’s risen again.
Layered with darkness, crimes, and penance. Holy with the whores of resilience.
Coming home to herself after decades of lingering lostness ... tossed in between lines of time marching on, and beyond.
Berlin is reinvention, eternally, in a city with skin.