After we arrived in Berlin, we headed straight for Brandenburg Gate. As we entered busy Pariser Platz, the Gate in sight, we heard this cellist playing.
It was wonderful to see Pariser Platz alive and full of people. The last time I saw it, in 1984, it was in the no-man’s land on the border between West and East Berlin. If you climbed over the fence, border guards might just have shot you.
Here’s Brandenburg Gate in 1984 from the other side.
And here it is in 2023, people walking around and through it as it was meant to be.
Margaret and I got separated at the Gate so I wandered around alone photographing it. A few young women asked if I’d take their picture with the Gate in the background, so I took their phone and did. One of the young women returned the favor.
I thought I would experience strong emotions as I walked through the Gate, but I didn’t. I was just happy that this place was full of people and life.