Happy New Year 2009

New Years for me
was pretty fun, but very cold.  The temperatures outside were about -5
C (22-23 F).  Because of that, I bundled up grabbed both cameras and
then headed out.

Traditionally, the 2 KM (1 mile) area between the Brandenburg gate
and the Victory column are blocked off for the biggest party of the
year.  It gathers upwards of a million people packing into the area
(we’re talking you can’t move – even if you want to) to watch the
fireworks, drink champaigne, and ring in the New Year.

At the halfway point, there’s a ferris wheel set up –

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and at either end are stages.  There’s also plenty of
beer tents and other things.  Jade and I met up at the Main Train
Station, and walked over, planning on seeing how everything went.
After pausing for a few photographs of the ferris wheel….

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We headed into the crowds where we promptly became stuck in the crowd for about a half hour….

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before we finally gave up and pushed our way
back out. Because when you go through security, they send you into a
“chute” and then block off the sections behind the crowds, once you’re
in you’re in. There’s not really a way to get out. This is done to
prevent stampedes and for safety – but the funny thing is once you’re
in – if you want out, you have to climb a fence. So, when we decided to
leave, we had to follow the few trying to get out of the section, climb
on an empty beer keg, over a fence, then back over another empty keg.
Ahh the joy of getting out of the crowd.

Thing is that once we
were out of the crowd, we were stuck in the 1 block radius between the
party and those waiting to get inside the party. Not bad – just
interesting. Why? Because from here, you could see all the spotlights
changing color:

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We also could see the lovely Brandenburg Gate and the setup –

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But
what was really cool was as we went to leave. As we walked past the
Jewish Holocaust memorial, it was a bit strange. The place was
deserted, surrounded by fences keeping the revellers inside and around
the Brandenburg gate, hopefuls waiting to get into the party – and the
barricade fences around the Embassy. We and the security people were
nearly the only ones, and I took a moment to reflect. It was then that
one of the buildings in the background (where there’s a night club and
apartments) started having fireworks shooting off from the rooftop. It
was beautiful and yet eerie to realize that despite the joy at the
coming new year, there are lots among us who never made it home.

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From
there, we headed to Potsdamer Platz and caught the Sbahns over to
Alexanderplatz for dinner. We hung out over by the TV tower, watching
people shoot off their fireworks, and at 11:30 PM, headed over to the
Main Train Station. It’s a straight shot – and we couldn’t have timed
it more perfectly. By the time we went down the stairs, and walked
outside, it was midnight and the celebrations had begun:

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We
lucked out – because Jade and I had the best of three worlds – space to
breathe and take photos, a great spot to watch all the fireworks (from
the Gate area and the parking lot) and a fast ride home since we could
see the crowds from the party swarming in our direction. So, from me to
all of you, I wish you have a very save and

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And in the end, don’t forget about the CLEAN UP!!

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Thanksgiving in Germany

Thanksgiving isn’t celebrated in Germany. This year, JTW is moving back to the states, but he decided to have a little get together and have a more traditional Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving is one of those difficult concepts to try to explain to others who don’t celebrate it. My theory is that it’s all about the family and friends, spending time cooking together (laughing and joking) and then, having a feast of gluttony – and maybe watching the Macy’s Parade or football on TV.

As always, I made the turkey (this time it was just the night before) – and this year’s bird, despite being small by American standards – barely fit in the oven. It did, however, turn out beautifully.

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I took a taxi up with the bird and stuffing, and we headed off to the Christmas Markets. Then, we made all the sides, and the pies, and just had a great time.
All the pictures are up here, if you want to check them out. So, Happy Thanksgiving all, I hope yours was great!

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Rememberance Day / Armistice Day

I found out today that a good friend of mine is coming home from Iraq on Friday. Way to go JCCE. I’m so proud of you, my heart is almost ready to burst. I wish I could be there to give you a hug – although I’m sure your wife and family will be there with much joy.

Today is Rememberance Day, and I think that’s why it was of particular symbolism that this news came.

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For those of you that don’t know, The poppy worn on Remembrance Day is the red-corn poppy, which grows abundantly in Europe, including Flanders Fields.
‘In Flanders Fields’ is a poem, written by Canadian physician and Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae on May 3, 1915, and was written about the small red flowers growing on the battlefields of France amongst the death and blood from the men who died fighting for their country.

The poem and the poppy, have now become iconic symbols of both the World Wars, and now plastic versions are sold prior to Remembrance Day to remember those who died.

The poem:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row ..,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

– John McCrae

I hope that you’ll take a moment, stop, and remember all those who died en masse in the two World Wars and hope that we can learn to resolve our differences without War.

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Both photos here were from my trip to the Stansdorf Cemetery on November 1, the Day of the Dead. It warmed my heart to see that yes, even Here in Germany, the British government remembers their WW1 dead.

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