Category Archives: Diary

Blossom on the Berlin Wall Trail

North along the Berlin Wall Trail from Bornholmer Straße, the route runs along the Kolonnenweg between the railway tracks and the allotments. After the wall came down, this stretch was lined with cherry trees that were given to the people of Berlin by the citizens of Japan to mark the occasion. The pictures with the post were taken a little further along the route, close to the Wollankstraße station and the entrance to the Bürgerpark in Pankow, where more cherry trees mark the route – this time sandwiched between the railway and the backsides of the houses on Schulzestraße. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and the pink against the blue sky was striking. I wish someone would give me a cherry tree as a present, and that I had a garden to put it in… Continue reading

Saturday morning in Kreuzberg

Hard to imagine that it is the middle of March, as we walked along the Landwehr Canal in Kreuzberg, ice creams in the hand as others unfurled picnic blankets on the grassy banks, filled the terrace tables outside cafes and bars, and enjoyed the sunshine and the unseasonably warm temperatures. Berlin is a city of notoriously late risers, to the point that even large chain stores don’t bother opening until 10am, but perhaps it was the excitement of the weather and the feeling that – at this time of the year – you need to take every chance you can get to grab some fresh air, as it felt like the city woke as one, with a spring in their step as if about to burst into a song from the Muppets movie at any moment… Continue reading

Giddy with the first taste of spring

Or how Berliners feel when they can finally leave the winter behind…

It is the first fine weekend of the year, and it feels as if the streets and the transport system are being over-run by the crazies and the daytime drinkers who have been – where? – throughout the winter but have re-emerged into the beautiful sunshine that makes Berlin and Berliners (a grey city with gruff locals) threaten to even smile at one another and share a kind word.

The first few sunny days of the year are always slightly disconcerting, as if everyone has forgotten how to deal with the freedom of walking the uneven pavements without the restriction of heavy coats, hats and gloves, or the freedom to sit at outside tables or take a blanket to the park… it is not that those people on the U-Bahn are really crazy, or that the daytime drinkers are going to necessarily make a habit of it, it is just the excitement of spring. Everyone is simply a little giddy. Continue reading

Twice around the Schäfersee, Berlin

A weekend morning at the Schäfersee, a small body of water just inside the Reinickendorf border, a few hundred metres from the local chapter of the Hell’s Angels, in the north of Berlin. It is only a few kilometres from our apartment, but apart from perhaps on the bus up to Tegel, this is a corner of the city I have barely touched in the ten years I have been living here. The buildings around a typical for the neighbourhood – old worker’s apartment blocks from before the war, when Wedding and Reinickendorf were centres of industry in the city, plus a few post-war blocks of flats that look more peeling and crumbling than their older neighbours. An then there are the open spaces, perhaps planned or where, maybe, stray bombs fell. During the Second World War a nearby flak tower shot down a Soviet plane which then landed in the lake and, as yet, it has never been recovered from the depths. Continue reading

Battle of the Nations – the Völkerschlachtdenkmal in Leipzig

A photo diary by Katrin Schönig:

Between the 16th and the 19th October 1813 the allied armies of Prussia, Russia and Austria convened on the battlefields just outside Leipzig to defeat Napoleon’s army in what was the biggest mass battle of the century. There were over half a million soldiers fighting on those days, and one in five never made it home. The villages and the landscape were left in ruin, but the Battle of the Nations would prove to be decisive. A year later and the coalition forces invaded France. Napoleon was forced to abdicate, and though he would return to power, it proved to be only in order to suffer a final defeat at Waterloo and exile for the remainder of his life on St Helena. Continue reading

An Uig Journal

By Sharon Blackie:

March is a month that hangs in the balance. Sometimes held on the side of winter, sometimes swinging forward to spring. Mostly undecided. Or, as my great-aunt from County Durham used to say, ‘neither nowt nor summat’. There are buds on the willow and rugosa; the sparse winter carpet of waterlogged grass slowly thickens in the paddock. But beware of taking too much for granted: just one salt-laden south-westerly gale and March can turn on you, leaving devastation in its wake. Sometimes, March kills its own babies. Continue reading

Snow in the morning

At seven o’clock this morning there was no snow on the ground. By nine o’clock all but the roads with the churning wheels of rush hour traffic was covered. It feels too warm for the snow to stick around, let alone fall in the first place, and on the U-Bahn the reality of the weather up on the surface had yet to penetrate the report on the info screens that were insisting on rainfall in the daily forecast. The snow will most likely all be gone by this evening, but it left us with some beautiful moments from that shortest of periods between the snow settling and the daily life of the city trampling it to mush. Continue reading

Last exit before the autobahn: the Plötzensee, Berlin

We took the tram from outside our building to the end of the line. There were only a handful of passengers when we got there, the tram stopping just before the point where the Seestraße becomes the autobahn and normal city life is handed over to the roar of car engines or, more likely, the traffic jams of rush hour. A disembodied voice told us in two languages to climb down from the tram and into the cold. Most turned left, into the enormous campus of the hospital. We crossed the street in the other direction, towards the frozen expanse of the Plötzensee. Continue reading

Snow on the sands, Poel Island

A photo diary, by Julia Stone:

It was a spontaneous decision to head north from Berlin to the Baltic coast. We were aiming for the island of Poel, close to the town of Wismar and linked by causeway road to the mainland. It was the day of the first snows of the year, the wind threatening to freeze my nose off, but the beauty of seeing snow on the sands made it all worthwhile. I love Poel because of the landscape, its old brick church, the bird reserve and some wonderful beaches, the most hidden of which remain deserted even in summer when the rest of the Baltic coast is teeming with tourists. On a winter’s day, it felt like we had the whole island to ourselves: Continue reading

January in Finland

By Annika Ruohonen:

It has been snowing since Wednesday. After a dark December we can now enjoy snowy January. I have been roaming the  coastline, but since there hasn’t been any direct sunlight, the photos remain quite dark even when shooting during daylight hours.

There is a deer feeder in the forest where I’ve been often lately and today I happened to see three deer running on a slope with snowy trees. It was such a delightful view. I hope to catch some photos of those three some time later. The forest is full of deer marks and it is so enjoyable to follow them. You can see how they’ve been running around enjoying the snow. The snow is about knee-deep at the moment, so with good gear walking in it is not a problem at all. I didn’t bring my snowshoes today but I still managed to walk in places where there weren’t any snowmobile tracks. It is a good work-out though, not to mention the snow-clearing job that was waiting for me in my home yard. Continue reading