Share the travel experience of donkey friends in Berlin, Germany

Dear friends who want to travel to Germany, do you want to know more about German travel strategies? As the capital of Germany, Berlin attracts the attention of many tourists. Share the travel experience of donkey friends in Berlin, Germany. I compiled the following articles, hoping to help you.

Berlin impression

Sitting on the plane from Brussels to Berlin, I kept piecing together Berlin in my mind, but I don't know why, only to find myself quite strange to this city.

Although Berlin is the capital of Germany, my impression of it is still fixed in the cold war period, in the black and white photos of history textbooks, in the dark gray sky, tense atmosphere and life where every sudden gunshot in the movie may easily leave.

Of course, all this has passed, and I suddenly realized that I don't know what Berlin should be like now.

Outside the window, a piece of confused white, clouds piled up. Berlin today must be a bit gloomy.

Time: 2: 48 pm

With the emergence and popularization of low-cost airlines, many small airports used to dredge these flights in major cities in Europe are usually farther away from the urban areas.

This small airport in the south of Berlin -─Sch? The Nefeld airport is too streamlined to reflect the fact that you came by plane for the first time. There is not even a passport inspector. Walking out of the airport feels as light as just getting off the bus.

Jump on the shuttle bus and slide near the subway station. With the sound of the train rumbling forward, I feel that I have escaped into the pulse of the city and moved in parallel under the ground where I can't see the surrounding appearance clearly, becoming a part of the city's million gears.

Walking out of the subway station, Artem has been waiting for me across the street. I waved to him and waited for the signal light across the street to turn from red to green.

My bartender roommate.

Two days before I came to Berlin, I resolutely canceled the original hotel, slid the app for surfing on the sofa on my mobile phone, and thought: Why not? I started sending out letters of application for accommodation.

Artem wrote in the introduction column that he works in a bar, sleeps during the day and works at night, so he can share a room with me. I think it's really cool and just right. In three or five letters asking for accommodation, he is the only one who is willing to take me as a couch potato.

After crossing the zebra crossing, Artem and I gave a polite hug. A gesture, his side face doesn't look as young as expected. No, it should be said that it is much more mature than expected. After receiving my luggage, we walked home together at a temperature of two degrees Celsius.

We chatted with each other along the way. He said that he was actually born in Russia and moved back to Germany when he was nine years old. He can't speak a word of Russian. After spending most of my life in another German city, one day I suddenly had an idea that it was time to move to Berlin. Without any preparation, he came and lived there for ten years.

His voice is a bit rough. I can see it's the kind. He has been smoking for many years. When you speak, you are relaxed, and your eyes are soft and calm. The whole person exudes a feeling of laziness and sophistication, but what he said makes people feel that his ideas are novel and active.

The sea, Artem feels like the sea, calm and deep blue. Not cold, but warm. And his past is also mixed in this blue, peacefully setting wrinkles for each wave. You walk slowly towards him, feeling a moisture coming from the soles of your feet, and a cool sea water brushing your instep. You look up and see the snow-white waves in his eyes.

I really don't know him, but in the process of talking with him, I found a feeling of peace of mind.

This is Berlin, arms, ABER sexy.

"Why Berlin? Why did you choose Berlin? ) "I came to Artem's apartment in South Berlin and we sat on the sofa. I couldn't help asking this question before I had time to listen to him introduce everything at home.

"Freedom." He replied in almost less than a second's thinking time.

Because of freedom.

He said Berlin is the freest city in Germany. Here, no one cares what you do, where you come from, or where you are going. I thought about it and found it strange, which was quite different from the stereotype given by Germany.

"Indeed, in most German cities, people always have a set of standards, specific norms and order. But Berlin is different. People here don't care about other people's lives Artem said disdainfully, "You can walk naked on the road, and no one will say a word or even look at you. 」

I looked at him in disbelief. The cold and dreary Berlin in my mind was completely overturned less than an hour after I arrived.

He told me that in fact, most people living in Berlin are not "Berliners", and people from different races, identities and ideas from all over the world gather here, gradually creating the diversity of Berlin. After the cold war, the collapsed high wall broke the old principles, and the destruction of one culture created the rebirth of another. After the rebirth, Berlin has unlimited possibilities and has become a place where creative groups flock.

No stereotypes, no constraints, no restrictions. In Berlin, everyone can find their own corner, and then insert it perfectly, becoming the gear of the city and becoming a part of the city.

"Finally, you live your own life. Do whatever you want. This is Berlin. Altym said.

Ah, this is Berlin, the "poor but sexy" Berlin at the door.

(Berlin Watt Bar)

Life is like a drama.

Artem also has a roommate named Hendrick (H), who seems to be in his early twenties. He is slender, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses and has a handsome appearance. He is a graduate student, majoring in drama director.

The day I arrived happened to be the last interview day for his graduation thesis. After the oral exam with the professor, I got my degree, and I plan to go to the bar where Artem works tonight to celebrate.

At the other end of the corridor, the psychedelic rock beat of red hot chili peppers punk kept coming from H's room. I don't think he wants to close the door, step into a pair of jeans, put on a suit jacket, hum a song in his mouth and swing his body with the rhythm, which makes people relax. No one would have thought that his later objects were several professors with a straight face.

"Are you nervous?" I asked casually before he went out.

Unexpectedly, he replied without thinking: "Not at all!" The first one turned around and looked at me with a smile and said, "Shall we meet in the bar later?" Touch, the door was closed, leaving me in the same place for three seconds.

I smiled. I am also a colorful person.

Later, Artem told me that he and H met while traveling in Fiji. Actually, H had a degree in those years, and I forgot what it was. In short, he is not particularly interested. An idea, drop everything, turn around and travel.

Artem casually talked about this past. The timeline is not good, but it doesn't sound far away. He also said that before leaving, H asked him if he wanted to sail the world together.

Sailing the world? I thought about how romantic and free these three words sound, but how heavy and courageous they are.

However, in the end, Artem didn't agree, and H didn't travel far.

"I think he also figured it out later. I found out that my interest is actually drama director, so I came back to study for my degree. Wait, don't you have an interview? " Altym shrugged and said slowly with a smile.

I was stunned. How long ago was this? Isn't that guy in his twenties?

In Artem's words, the once rampant years were as light as a feather, and how many moments, how many struggles, how many ecstasy and how many gloom were compressed into a "once", as gentle as before.

(Alexander Square subway station, strange man in black just in the camera/Berlin)

Later, I went out alone. The sun set early in winter and there was no sunshine at five o'clock in the afternoon.

It was very cold and foggy in Berlin that night. I couldn't see the Berlin TV Tower clearly when I walked in Alexandria Square. I wrapped my scarf three times, but I still couldn't resist the cold wind coming in from all directions.

After dinner, I casually found a coffee shop to sit down and write a diary, sorted out the thoughts of the day, and chewed everything Artem said. I remember his expression when he narrated, and how he sketched the time so fast and weightless. And how can I digest his five years and ten years on a winter night?

Two kinds of people who tell stories.

I like listening to stories. And after listening to it, you will find that there are two kinds of storytellers.

The first kind of people, "the clouds are light and the wind is light", have worn away all the time. Every time he says a word, he lightens some time. After ten sentences, you will end his life.

You sound light, but after five cigarettes or ten years of tossing and turning, you suddenly understand the weight of his "past". That kind of "past" is like a bubble compressed by the narrator, stuck somewhere in your body quietly and silently, waiting for one day you accidentally walked into the same fog, and it began to absorb water and expand, becoming a force that can support you.

The second kind of people, that is, people with "big details", hope that the days are measured in microseconds and the hands are only from zero to five. Every moment's mood portrayal is verbatim, and he is afraid that you will miss him. You listen to coke from time to time. After May 3rd, you can't remember the face of the story, or even whose story it is.

Over-cutting time, the quality will become lighter, and it will be scattered with the wind of the years.

In fact, I know very well that I belong to the latter, because I haven't had the courage to become the former, and I haven't had the courage to give up any time that has passed. I can't wait to share, trying to prove that I am far away. It seems that these stories are not mine unless they are told. Just like me and everyone else.

"When we try to package ourselves, we are also the most naked. I didn't understand this until I met Artem.