Potsdam is a pretty city. In the 18th century it was really the middle of no where until Frederick the Great decided to build Sanssouci (which translates as "without cares" or Hakuna Matata...). This little palace was designed to be his summer home, and he deliberately banned the presence of women there - apparently his interest in them was more than limited. The city is today a model of the enlightenment era - the streets are laid out in nice straight lines and meet at square corners.
This is the Brandenburg Gate in Potsdam - it's a little one, not like the big one in Berlin. It sort of reminds me of the Stonehenge in the movie Spinal Tap. This view is from the steps of our hotel.
One of the beautiful streets in Potsdam.
This is the garden in Sanssouci. Fredrick the Great designed the palace, and when he showed the design to an architect, the man replied that the palace should be built up on a higher foundation, so that it would rise more above the landscape. Fred insisted he knew what he was doing, and so today as you walk up the 132 steps to the palace, it sort of sinks under the hedges. It may be good to be the king, but it still pays to listen to the experts.
Nearby in Potsdam is a neighborhood called Nauener Vorstadt. At the end of the war when the Soviets moved in they kicked every out of this area, walled it off and gave out the houses to top officials and VIPs in the KGB. Today it is a neighborhood of rather high-priced real estate.
This church in Nauener Vorstadt was used by the Soviets as army barracks. After reunification they made it into a kindergarten.
This house in the neighborhood was originally the priest's home. The KGB took it over as a secret location to imprison and torture people, and later turned it over to the Stasi. One famous resident who was there for a time was the U2 pilot Gary Powers. We later got to visit the bridge on which he was exchanged for a Soviet spy.
The Cecilienhof, where the Potsdam Conference was held. These historical locations seem to be right around every corner. We decided to re-enact the conference:
Bill got to be Churchill, and Jeremy insisted on being Stalin, so I got to be Truman.
This is a popular lake in Berlin where the Germans like to bike around, walk their tiny dogs, picnic and skinny-dip in broad daylight. Oh - and they don't seem to be in the least bit bothered by American tour groups coming through...
Wednesday afternoon Jeremy and I decided to take a trip (half-hour train ride) to Berlin, where I found a new job for Jonas.
Here I am at the real Brandenburg Gate. Ich bin ein Berliner. (Actually, he didn't say it there...)
The three pictures above are of the Holocaust Memorial. It cannot really be captured in photos. If you are ever in Berlin, you must visit it. It goes on and on.
This humble little parking lot, with a contemporary people's car in the front, is where Hitler's bunker was. The Germans refuse to make it into some sort of monument or tourist attraction, in part because of Neo-Nazis. There is a sign though. Ironically it is just a short walk from the Holocaust Memorial.
Roast Pork, Bread Dumpling and Kraut for dinner at Potsdamer Platz, Berlin. This was no-man's land during the cold war, and now it is a shopping mall - capitalism triumphant! Yes, the beer really was that big.
Tomorrow, after I do my curriculum presentation for the class, I head back to Berlin for one night, and then Tegel airport for the trip home. See you all soon!