The last two posts have been downers. It’s true. It took me over a week to write the article about the Holocaust, so that meant hours each day thinking about some pretty tragic stuff. And then our last post, in which I wrote about the assassination of a President, well, that wasn’t very jolly, either. So suffice it to say…
Our visit to the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe, the Topography of Terror Museum, and other Holocaust memorials in Berlin
Twice, Dale and I have been to the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D.C., and both times it was a powerful experience. The museum strikes just the right balance between straight-up history and horror: it drenches visitors in the details of the Holocaust and in graphic photos and videos, forcing us to face exactly what genocide looks like.
And yet as meaningful as it was, visiting a Holocaust museum in the United States is one thing; visiting one in the city where the Holocaust was orchestrated was another thing entirely. In the U.S., no matter how disturbed you are at the end of your visit, you can still shake it off and head to your next destination, like, say, the Air and Space Museum, or better yet, you can abandon the museums altogether and go out for oysters and alcoholic beverages. In Berlin, it’s not so easy to walk away. There are landmarks of suffering all over the place.
Several people told us how much they loved Berlin, and a few of the travel blogs we read regularly raved about it. “It’s special,” a Londoner that we met on the train told us.
We spent a week there in August 2015, and summing up our reaction to the city has not been easy. It’s not simple enough to say that we liked it (which we did). It’s just that, for many reasons, Berlin is not a city that’s easy to sum up in a few hundred words.