It’s Tuesday, time for Frizztext’s A-Z Photo Story Challenge. Letter this week is W and so I share some of my photographs taken from the Wall of Berlin. It was a surreal experience being there to say the least. It was touching and living a piece of history. It was also interesting how fragments of the city’s history are scattered throughout Berlin – made to be a part of the seemingly-mundane and the ordinary – a stark reminder never to forget.
Wall of Berlin
“When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was open just a crack… I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds.” He had not seen the outside world for twenty-two months.
There was no anger or reproach.
It was Papa who spoke.
How did it look?”
Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. “There were stars,” he said. “They burned my eyes.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”
― Albert Einstein
“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers
“War is what happens when language fails.”
― Margaret Atwood
“There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for.”
― Albert Camus
“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?”
― Mahatma Gandhi