I thought in picking this blog day I would read the examples of others and get the hang of it by now. However, I am not sure how much progress has really been made. In fact, I am technically not even a contributor to this blog.
Well...without further ado, here goes nothing.
Today, despite being our last day, was definitely not our least (to speak in cliches).
We opened up the morning with some historical exploration, much akin to Nicholas Cage in both of the National Treasure movies, and headed to Potsdam.
First off, we headed to the Cecilienhof, a cool little villa in the middle of Potsdam constructed by Kaiser Wilhelm II (Germany's last Monarch) for his son, Crown Prince Wilhelm. Aside from being a monument to terrible parenting styles that result in entitled children, the Cecilienhof was a symbol of Prussian military might during the era it was built. Crown Prince Wilhelm lived here with his wife Cecilie (and children....?) until a tiny spat with the French and their pals disrupted German life...WWI.
During the war, Crown Prince Wilhelm left for and fought on the front. When he got back, his dad was dethroned, the Crown Prince was exiled from Germany, forced to leave politics forever, and died apart from his wife and children....wow.
Shortly after the war, the house was taken away from the royal family and given to the state. In 1960, several hotels were opened in the palace, and, in 1990, the palace was named a UNESCO heritage site.
BUT...somewhere in the middle there, the Cecilienhof was the site of an event that gave the site most of its significance today, the Potsdam conference.
From 17. July to 2. August of 1945, about two months after VE day, the big three of the allied forces came to the Cecilienhof to negotiate the future of Germany and its neighbors.
These big three included:
Harry S "'S' stands for 'steal yo' girl" Truman
Winston "Big Papa" Churchill and later, Clement "Who is that?" Atlee
and:
Joseph "Hurry up and stop" Stalin
It was really fascinating to really see all this significant history right in front of us. We saw Stalin's study, the conference room where all the decisions were made (with the original chairs in which the delegates sat), and all of the restorations to the war damaged palace that the Red Army did to prepare fo the conference.
Also, what was fascinating was how high tensions were at the conference. Although it was a meeting between allies, doors of all equal sizes had to be installed for each of the delegations to enter through (as to not fuel any hierarchal complexes), each leader tried to be more modest than the others (Stalin requested "the accoutrements of the common man"), and Truman found out that "babies were born" during the middle of the conference/ that the atomic bombs were successfully tested and ready to be deployed (nothing says "cocky jerk" like becoming Death, destroyer of worlds).
In short, the conference was an event with pomp, circumstance, and intense hemispherical rivalry.
However, the site was awesome to see!
| The front of the Cecilienhof. Rather quaint from the outside...not l like it defined the future of Europe of anything. |
| Decorative, nationalistic landscaping complete with remodeling scaffolding...touched by Stalin! |
Next, we went to Sans Souci, a palace that means "without a care" or "Hakuna Matana" (credits to Frau) in French. The palace was the ridiculously ostentatious vacation home of Frederick II ("The Great"), the King of Prussia.
| "Hakuna Matata" |
| No Prussian King's vacation home would be complete without an oxidized copper veranda and decorative sun ornament. |
| Royal stairmaster prototype |
| Excellent little fountain with motorized fountain technology installed by Frederick himself. |
| Eating lunch by the fountain, we found a small and adorable European duck that we affectionately referred to as "Bob". |
| Bob was rather fond of small bits of bread. |
| A rather mean fellow, Bob quickly became the despotic hoarder of the bread, ruling over the tribes of lesser sparrows with an iron fist. |
| Teddy contemplates life in front of the ruins that are so remarkably commonplace here. |
The palace was quite nice to see and was filled with fabulous rooms and great furniture. However, Frederick was kind of weird guy. He had some daddy issues with the original Frederick (liked the vacation lifestyle due to his father's militaristic legacy), he hated German culture and liked Voltaire, the revolutionary philosopher who came to the palace frequently, more than his wife who lived across the country most of the time, and played the flute with a teacher that was the only person that could criticize him and did so by quietly coughing when he was playing poorly.
Strange dude.
Also, I heard the most German name of all time at Sans Souci, the name of Frederick's sculptor, Georg Wenzeslaus von Knobelsdorff. How could someone comfortably name their children that?
Unfortunately, for both of these places, I could not take photos inside. When I tried, I was told that I needed a 3 Euro photo permit that I could get down the hallway, down the stairs, up the stairs, across the hallway, over the hallway, etc. In short, I never found the place to get the permits.
After our little history jaunts, we went and celebrated the practice of the true global language, capitalism. We went to the Kudamm, KDW, and the Alexanderplatz to do some last minute shopping and sightseeing in Berlin.
A quick little side note on the KDW or "Kaufhaus des Westens". It was essentially designed as a big middle finger to the DDR and its communist government during the latter half of the 20th century. Just visible over the wall, this massive, shimmering mall served as a shrine to all the consumerist goodness that the East Germans were missing out on.
It's just so fascinating how history is, in some way, ever present here.
After our shopping jaunts, we had our final dinner together. Some good German food and an all together nice time filled with bratwurst, thick potato soup the consistency of applesauce, and strange little slices of cheese coated in paprika and caraway seeds.
Again...strange, but fun.
Overall, it was a great time and a great last full day in Berlin.
Thanks for reading.
It's so weird to think that we will be home tomorrow (Mom, the crying can soon stop, don't worry).
Goodbye everybody and goodnight!
Aidan



