Our first stop was to the Alexanderplatz station and we immediately set out for the
Today’s mission: walk the longest standing section of the Berlin Wall. The section, near a mile long, was easy to get to and marked by the Berlin Shakespeare Company, which sat at one end, just on the eastern side. The wall was painted by various artists celebrating the German Unification of 1989 in 1990. In 2000, these artists were asked to come back and paint again: to either redo their original work or update their section with something new. Unfortunately, most of their work, which centers on tolerance, understanding, unity, and acceptance, has been trashed by graffiti in the past eight years, such as the vitriol spewed by Niki, via Sharpie, over her ATM card’s reluctance to function at the ATM. Herr Fabricius again served as my personal guide, and helped me translate the German on the wall and it was exciting when I could get half if the words on my own. The English and Latin I could even handle totally on my own! Herr Fabricius spent some time talking about the unity tax that was imposed on all Germans during the unification period of 1989, but that nearly twenty years later it is still being excised. He also talked about the many issues that still faced
After the wall, we walked back to Alexanderplatz, where we stayed for thirty minutes before our train departed
The ride back was fairly uneventful. The motion sickness gum worked like a charm and the atmosphere is what one would expect from 28 teenagers on a train. People slept and listened to music after the spazzy first 20 minutes or so. There was the occasional prank played and Hagan picked up some facial eyeliner tattoos from Gloria. The most amusing prank of note was when Laija, one of the loudest people I have ever met in my life (especially because she is very demure in size), who had woken people up and screamed loudly in the halls of the hostels at all hours of night and morning, fell victim to a drive by “Peanut Butter Jelly Time” screaming by about five people. Her eyes went “Sandman” when she woke up.
We made it home and Ina and her husband gave me a ride back to Kamp-Lintfort. Once Hannah made it home, I was very tired and headed straight to my room in the basement. I had the plans of getting to sleep, but five hours later, I was still working on my blog and trying to get my podcast formatted and sent out to several people. Finally, at 1 AM, exhausted, I am going to bed.