Greetings fröm Germäny, the land of sausage, leiderhosen, and genocide. It really is a beautiful country, but it's impossible to not constantly think of its awful history. We are staying in the Eastern part of Berlin, and we immediately felt the presence of communist influence the second we got off the train: graffiti everywhere, stark buildings, German shepherds running wild in the streets. There are parts of the city that are up-and-coming, but this city's past still seems to overwhelm it.
I'm happy to let you know that the icon status of David Hasselhoff here is, in fact, true. Even in Switzerland before crossing the border, our TV had what seemed like one 3 hour long episode of Knight Rider naturally followed by Baywatch. When I was at the Berlin Wall today, imagining what it would have been like to be confined and controlled, I also imagined what it must have been like to experience the amazing moment when The Hoff stood on top of the crumbling wall, lip synching wearing a keyboard scarf, and took credit for ending the Cold War. Such a political force he is.
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