Firstly I would like to offer you a little historical context by way of skeleton to support our observations over the next few days. Secondly I would like to point out that the title of this blog, with its reference to 1963 does not make me another jam doughnut!
The first references to Berlin appear in the mid C13 and by 1415 Frederick 1 the Elector for the Region of Brandenburg made the city his capital. Subsequent members of the Hohenzollern family ruled in Berlin until 1918, firstly as Electors of Brandenbugh then as Kings of Prussia and eventually as Emperors of Germany.
After the defeat of Kaiser Wilhelm in WW1 the Weirmar Republic was declared. Berlin expanded and there was a flourishing of Modernist arts, music and theatre. Such talents as Gropius, Laban, Brecht, Weill and Schoenberg who we still find challenging nearly a hundred years on.
Adolph Hitler filled the vacuum left by the decaying and economically ruined Republic and the Nazi Party ruled from Berlin, whist having a go at the rest of the world, between 1933 and 1945. At the end of WW2 the race for Berlin was won by the Russians who controlled the territory all around Berlin and some considerable way West. The city itself was divided into four sectors, one for each of the victorious allies, USA, UK, France and Russia. Effectively the western sectors became an enclave deep within Russian controlled East Germany. This personified the Cold War especially when the infamous wall was built forming a tight ring around the western sectors in 1961.
1989 saw the fall of the wall as a result partly of popular uprisings across the Soviet controlled eastern block countries. Reunification of Germany took place in 1990 when Berlin again became the capital of Germany and the government met again in the Reichstag. Quite a century for Berliners. Read here what we make of it in 2015.
These trips always start in the same way. The plane flies at 13-40 so we work backwards to give us a deadline to leave the house. This time it's 8-30. At 9-15 we leave. Good effort I thought. Smooth drive down to Stansted, park up and bus to the terminal. This is slowly getting better, the security checks are a lot quicker, but it still disappoints, for example the toilets in the check in area are hopelessly inadequate and as a consequence in a disgusting condition.
It only takes an hour and a half to fly to Schonefeld airport. Next it's public transport to the hotel. So, not so efficient these Germans. Several escalators not working, signage poor, reminds us of home really. All in all it takes about an hour to reach the hotel.
The Altberlin Hotel on Potsdamer Strasse. This place is quite old, though it's hard to tell in Berlin given the destruction of WW2. It certainly works hard at being old in a film set kind of way. There are even pairs of C19 style bloomers hanging up supposedly to dry in the courtyard /beer garden. You can get a flavour of the place from the photos. Our room is really quite good with all the trimmings including kettle, espresso coffee machine and fridge. The only little problem is that there is no English breakfast tea. Plenty of herbals and green even gunpowder, so the quarter master is sent out on a mission to find supplies. On the way to a suitable shop he encounters this wall which is part of an S bahn station. Presumably this must be the vestigial evidence of WW2 activities. Apart from all the rebuild and newbuild,this is the only surviving evidence that we saw.
This last picture is in the bar /restaurant where we had our evening meal. Heavy,nourishing and Germanic. What else would you expect? I have a very ambitious programme planned for the next three days, it will be intriguing to see how much we can achieve. Watch this space.