One of the things which stayed with me was a story on the wall from the Jewish museum which we visited. Since I was reading William Darylmple´s From the Holy Mountain at the time, I noticed a story about a Jewish family which emigrated to Palestine. Years ago, I would have thought it to be the most natural thing, but since reading the book, I have then realized that some of these ´families´ who have settled in Palestine, have done some of the same atrocious deeds to the Palestinians in the Palestine. I wonder when they will erect a similar museum in Israel for all the Palestinians? I felt my belief system could be so fragile and subjective, I wondered that, in this world, is there a true right or wrong? or is it all limited to who we know and what we know? Is it so important to label everything right or wrong, or do we just need to label everything in order to feel righteous and at ease with ourselves? And if we don´t establish what is right or wrong, how do we learn from our past and from our mistakes?
Hot airballoon behind the Holocaust Monument
Luckily, before I became any more morose, we had plenty of friends to cheer us up by taking us to the happier parts of the city.
beautiful old train station
astounding new-er buildings near the Potsdam Platz
lagging behind, contemplating the meaning of life...not :)
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