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Love Le er to Berlin By Michael Hodgson
erlin, I can't get enough of you, even though I know you are not mine alone. Like most everyone who meets you, feels you, breathes in your scent–I have fallen in love. It is your way. On every street corner, in every café, you invite me to spend time thinking about your past, present and future. I love that you are political, democratic, and an activist. Protests for you are a way of expressing your love for all that is happening around you and caring enough to try to inspire change. And I love that you are not afraid to be loud about it.
Anything but Normal You are sophisticated, worldly, and yet distinctly bohemian in your ways. You encourage people from all walks of life and from all over the world to move here, live here, travel here, just to be close
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Soap bubbles and children in Potsdammerplatz during the Berlin Festival of Lights ©Michael Hodgson
to your heart. Beatniks, politicians, nomads, mis ts, free spirits, musicians, investors, artists, authors, entrepreneurs--all nd, as I have, that they become lost in your embrace, your charms. With you, following the norm--it's just not normal. You encourage all your lovers to express themselves, on the street, in exhibition spaces, in parks, in theaters, in clubs, and on the walls of new and abandoned buildings. You cultivate chaos and inspire universes to collide, harmoniously. Like in Mauer Park where somehow street artists, musicians, students, drug dealers, and parents playing with toddlers all manage to coexist.
Seasons of Love Yes, I know that to love you is to understand that sometimes you can be cold and distant. I've felt the chill from your icy moods more than once. And yet, just as
