….. (and boob-free, but you can’t have everything …).
In return, I almost immediately noticed that the crippling fatigue, which I had felt for months, and which should have alerted me to the fact that something was wrong, had lifted. (So, everybody, never ignore a lingering tiredness which feels different and inexplicable).
On the same day, I was told that only one lab test remained but it was likely that I would not need chemo – only a couple of weeks’ daily radiation. So that is what I was psyching myself up for when a week later I was informed that I needed neither.
In so many ways so much luckier than so many others.
Today (as on most days, actually) I think of the rising number of much younger women who have to face this diagnosis which for so many different reasons is more life-changing and momentous the younger you are.
A very nice, mostly leisurely – for me very leisurely but I knew that in advance = time for small detours and time to see, and be still, something one can always get better at.
The route on MapMyWalk here. (Somewhere a couple of km from the end goal, everybody jumped on a bus and I continued on foot along what may not have been the route originally planned).
But I have to say this: I was once again shocked to hear so many Germans my age plus/minus ten years say how they no longer like to live in Berlin because of “all those foreigners who have more rights than them”. (I hasten to add that I am quite sure they are not referring to the likes of, for example, me). I usually just keep my mouth shut, and sometimes walk away, but one of these days I will have to ask them exactly what rights it is that they would like to have but feel they do not have.
I find this kind of attitude from people from one of the most priviledged parts of of the world really hard to stomach. I do admit that they did not have as easy a start in life as I did, and they have some demons which I do not have, but like me, they grew up in a spirit of optimism and progress, and have had all the civil, human and political rights served to them on a silver platter. We in northern Europe, now in our sixties and seventies, have probably lived through the best times, and in the best part of the world, which this planet has ever, and will ever see again.
We cannot even begin to imagine what it must be like to be forced to leave everything behind and migrate (like so many have done all the way up through history and they are not responsible for any – none – of the problems plaguing the planet and world today), because we have never come even close to having to make that decision (except totally voluntarily and for completely different reasons than today’s asylum seekers) – I certainly know I can’t – so to whine that they have more rights than we do is petty, ignorant, callous, heartless, and – well, actually, words fail me, and the kind of attitude I used to meet from some people in Denmark, but I thought Berlin was better than that.
Incidentally, it was the same people who insisted on calling today’s Christopher Street Day celebrations a demo and not a parade (as in: an inconvenience, and there ought to be a law against it, rather than an event which several hundreds thousand people attend and enjoy). Sigh.
So with that off my chest, here is the route on MapMyWalk, and below are some photos from the walk. Bonus tip: Right at the end of the line of bus M45 (which can be taken from Bahnhof Zoo, U Ruhleben, and Bhf Rathaus Spandau) there is a restaurant – Heidis Landgasthaus – with a nice garden. Needless to say, I stopped there for a coffee before taking the bus back towards Bhf Rathaus Spandau.
(Many jokes were made about the “lioness on the loose in Kleinmachnow”).
I read about the cruise ship from Princess Cruise Lines which cancelled a stopover due to safety concerns because accommodation for asylum seekers has been built perilously close to the dock. Subsequently heard the same story on BBC World which confirmed to me that they are concerned with their own safety. Not that of the asylum seekers.
And the locals are whining because they will miss the vibrancy that a cruise ship brings. Oh dear. I guess there is vibrancy and then there is vibrancy. And we do not want the kind of vibrance which people with a different skin colour brings.
I hate people. Present company excepted, of course, but as a species, we humans are pitiful, abominable assholes.
After the visit of my brother and sister-in-law – one of the highlights of the year, and so great to have them here – and an unbelievably lazy day where temperatures reached 36C – time for an internations.org event – the annual visit to Schloßgut Schwante.
During the family visit, it had been relatively warm and sunny and our level of activity was kind of medium (none of us are getting any younger…….).
It included ambling along Landwehrkanal to eat in Vietnamese restaurant Via He Hai. The next day the almost obligatory visit to Tierpark where we inspected, among other things, the new “Savannah” area and had dinner in Chinese Restaurant Ming Dynastie on the way back, and finished the day with a stroll home along Märkisches Ufer (and of course, like all these fine summer evenings this week – drinks on the balcony). And from then on, nothing (except dinner reservations) went completely according to plan but since some people call me a control freak, that was probably only healthy :-).
I wanted to show them Das Kleine Grosz Museum and found out that they are closed on Wednesdays. But we did see some of the large murals in Bülowstraße, and stopped over in another oasis – Café Eule – SO Berlin in my view – on the way home.
Dinner in Restaurant Shiori – an experience with a difference. We all agreed that the thirteen dishes were a bit too much – we could have done without the cold soba noodles and the first dessert. Everything else was delicious, the crash course in the fine art of saké was interesting, and it was very entertaining to watch the “choreography” of the five staff.
On the last full day, the last-minute decision was to save the stasi prison in Hohenschönhausen till next time and instead take a leisurely stroll (or so we thought) through Tegel, and along Greenwich Promenade by Tegeler See to say hallo to Dicke Marie – alledgedly Berlin’s oldest tree. When we arrived lakeside it turned out that we walked straight into the almost completed preparations for Tegeler Hafenfest which was to take place the entire weekend. Something which to me is a bit of a nightmare. We did make it through and to Dicke Marie and found a nice place to have lunch outdoors while only hearing the music and other noises from the Hafenfest from a distance.
In the evening dinner at Restaurant NaNum, just a few steps from home and by now quite an institution in Berlin. The food was as always light, delicious, AND healthy :-), the natural wines were good, and it was great to see how the non-alcoholic drinks pairing is taken at least as seriously as the wine pairing. All plates, bowls etc. are made by the owner in her pottery workshop upstairs from the restaurant. She also sometimes gives kimchi workshops. She is the same age as me – I don’t know where she gets her energy, nor upper arms hahaha. Perhaps it is all those fermented greens. And thus, my 70th birthday (which was actually last year in November while I was in Reha) had been well and truly celebrated.
But back to the visit to the sculpture park.
First of all, my usual grievance: Of the seven others who had signed up for the internations event, two actually turned up. They were great company, but I am always wondering why people sign up for events and then don’t either turn up, or cancel their attendance. One or two of the names I recognise as “repeat offenders”. It is not that they do not receive reminders to do so – it is just that the majority of internations members, at least those that are expats, are spoilt, badly brought up brats with an inflated sense of entitledment.
With that off my chest :-), after that visit, I fairly inadvertently found myself back at Tegeler See and the Hafenfest. I have to say that it was nowhere near as bad as I had feared. I did force myself to take some photos, despite my dislike of humans as a species, and the German camera angst and photography paranoia. And I even sat down and had a softice without feeling crowded let alone claustrophobic.
The first photo is from the station in Hennigsdorf from where the regional train to Schwante leaves. The photo from the lake is from just before entering the actual park. Then follows two almost identical photos presenting the usual dilemma: Colour, or black and white?
And now to Tegeler See, and the Hafenfest, starting with the almost obligatory black and white tree photo from whenever I take my camera out.
And finally, the triptych of the day, and a church on the way to the S-Bahn station in Tegel.
Arrival in the morning on a EuroNight train. Due to a major screw-up on the part of Deutsche Bahn (I thought I had booked, as was written on the ticket, a bed in a single sleeping cabin but it turned out that the ticket they gave me was for a (non-reclining) seat in a six-person compartment) and that there were no sleeping compartments on that train at all, I had not had any sleep. It was Deutsche Bahn who sold me that non-ticket, but as far as I know, Österreichische Bundesbahnen is the “lead” railway company in that crappy project which I now know is to be avoided. The bizarre thing is that I got the impression from the ticket controller that it happens all the time, as in on a daily basis. And there were several others on the train with the same issue.
I was happy that the hotel had a room ready for me so early in the day so that I was able to unpack and freshen up before hitting the street of Ljubljana. By the way, the reception staff at Hotel Exe Lev is super friendly and welcoming.
The photos of the day are from walking around, from a short river cruise (is that a giant rat or a tiny nutria?), of a lot of statues (difficult to photograph in the harsh sunlight), and from Republic Square and the area around it, and a bird I am not sure I have ever seen, much less photographed and definitely not identified before.
As usual, there is no need to comment on for example the repetitiveness. Sometimes I experiment with cropping vs no cropping. Some say I crop too much, some too little. Guess whether or not I particularly care what other people think?
Total distance actually walked: 12,2 km. Not too shabby after a virtually sleepless night and on a day where temperatures must have been close to 30C :-).
And in the evening, spotted these shadows quite a distance from my hotel room window:
Friday, 30 June
First up: 1 km in the rowing machine in the hotel fitness room :-). More and more convinced that I need to somehow fit in a rowing machine at home, but first I will wait and see if the rumours of a fitness centre in the monster building next door to me in Berlin are true. If I had one right next door, I would go. Further away – I’m afraid not. And I am definitely not going back to Holmes Place after the number they pulled during the Covid lock downs where they not only charged the usual monthly fee but then charged extra for the online activities they started to offer! They had nothing else to do – and they wanted to make an extra profit from the pandemic. I found that in extemely bad taste.
The programme for the art tour which started on this day:
16:30: Meeting and welcome drinks at Ravnikar Gallery Space, Vošnjakova 4. Gallery presentation and guided tours of, a. o., the exhibition Mental Health Walk by Ivana Bajec (below right together with one of our superguides) and the AIR4. The other photo is of the painting which immediately caught my eye :-):
17:45-19:00: Plečnik House, Karunova ulica 4. Guided tour of the house and visit of the two temporary exhibitions Vlasto Kopač and Dorit Margreiter.
Just some photos from the garden of Plečnik House, which I somehow find look better in black and white:
I skipped the rest of the programme (A short tour around Plečnik’s Ljubljana (Trg Francoske revolucije, Križanke, National Library, Vegova Street, Tromostovje, Market place, etc.), 19:30-20:15: Dobra Vaga Gallery: Presentation of the gallery and guided tour of the exhibition MARKETPLACE, Adamič-Lundrovo nabrežje 5, and 20:30: Dinner & drinks: Open Kitchen on Central Market) and walked back to the hotel.
Total number of km walked on this day: 14.20.
Saturday, 1 July
9:30: Meeting outside NAMA Department Store, Tomšičeva 1.
Walk to MGLC Švicarija permanent exhibition and artist studios. A former hotel, in a lovely location in Tivoli Park now artist studios allotted for a five-year period with the possibility of renewal. A wonderful opportunity. And I have never seen such clean and orderly artist studios in my life.
I got the names confused and will have to clarify with the tour organisers, but according to the programme, we visited the studios of, a.o. Janja Kosi, Damjan Kracina, Silvan Omerzu, Ana Sluga, Miran Mohar (IRWIN), Tanja Lažetić, Miha Štrukelj, Silvester Plotajs Sicoe, Tanja Pak, and Anja Jerčič Jakob.
Then a visit to the studio of Dušan Mandić, another member of the Irwin group (that is unfortunately not a very good photo of him), Rimska cesta 8, followed by a nice lunch at Café Bazilika, Trg francoske revolucije 5, 1000 Ljubljana.
Then Škuc Gallery – presentation of the gallery with the director Tia Čiček and a guided tour of the group exhibition Sick (in collaboration with the Center for Contemporary Art SCCA).
Then an unfortunate coincidence: Due to a glitch and misunderstanding on the part of Galerija Fotografija, it turned out that the visit there was not possible, and just at that moment where we found ourselves “homeless”, there was a heavy rainstorm, and by the time our superguides had found us an alternative shelter to visit, the rain stopped. Typical.
After a nice coffee break, a visit and drinks at Gallery Kos, Nebotičnikov prehod 7.
9:00 Meeting at the City Hotel, Dalmatinova ulica 15, then a short walk to Metelkova and studio visits of Miha Perne and Meta Kastelic, Metelkova ulica 10. On the way, we passed what I think used to be a military facility, now a compound for cultural uses.
Stolpersteine on the doorstep of what is now City Hotel.
Then a taxi ride to the studio of Tadej Vaukman, Ob Ljubljanici 16 which again was very different from the ones we had visited earlier.
And a walk by the river toCukrarna, a former sugar factory now a delightful, large and bright exhibition space for contemporary art. What an asset. Guided tour of the current exhibitions.
As a last programme item, we took the funicular to Ljubljana Castle for lunch and a visit to the exhibition of photos by Jadran Lazić before saying our goodbyes. Most of the others had trains to catch (mostly to Vienna) on that same afternoon. I was glad I still had two full days in Ljubljana.
This was a wonderful and enlightening tour. I am very impressed by the vibrant contemporary art scene in Ljubljana, and the – very diverse – opportunities for studio spaces that are offered to artists there.
And last but certainly not least a big thank you to our two guides. They are a great team, and had obviously put in a lot of effort to put the programme together and also to find great places to eat. They were organised, efficient, extremely knowledgeable about the art scene and generally about Ljubljana and Slovenia, and very, very nice. Anyone who wants to organise a high-quality art tour there could not be in better hands.
Monday, 3 July
Dithering – the weather forecast changed all the time from one extreme (sun, hardly any clouds) to the other (heavy rain and thunder storms) and it seems difficult to predict the weather for even the next hour.
I would have liked to hike to Kozece Pond but did not want to venture so deep into Tivoli Park wearing only summer clothes and sandals, so I started out going clothes shopping. I used to hate that. Bizarrely, I now love it. Go figure.
In the afternoon, I went to the zoo. Here are some statues spotted on the way there:
And some of the animals in the zoo:
And on the way back:
Tuesday, 4 July
Metelkova Museum of Contemporary Art, Nebotičnik Cafe, located on the top of the Nebotičnik building, Stefanovy ulica. (Don’t bother – ……), Ferant’s Garden, Slovenska cesta 9, Vegova Street, Galerija Fotografica, and Ljubljana Mosque.
Brunch in a lucky find: TINK Superfood – delicious AND healthy :-), where to my surprise, someone stopped by my outdoor table and said my name and it turned out to be an ex-colleague from EEA. So nice to have a chat, after the initial chock :-).
Dinner in Good Morning Vietnam – in the same passage as Gallery Kos – recommended by one of the art tour guides – and it was indeed very good.
Wednesday, 5 July
Return to Berlin by (day) train via Augsburg – or so I thought. Even after the journey here, I was thinking – what can go wrong with a day train and just one change. Well, it seems that Deutsche Bahn’s Spitzenkompetenz is selling services that don’t exist, and I was soon to find out why so many people had grinned and wished me good luck when they heard that I was returning to Berlin by train on a ticket bought from Deutsche Bahn.
First up, the train from Ljubljana was about 75 minutes late, and the “plenty of time” I thought I had to change trains in Augsburg went down the toilet before the actual journey had even started. Apparently that is a common occurrence and not even a big delay, comparatively.
Secondly, when the train finally arrived, the waggon according to my ticket did not exist, and the other, similar waggon was completely packed with people and all seats reserved twice or even three times over. However, I did manage to find a seat next to two guys, who did not know each other till then, and who had similar tickets so that was immediately a subject of conversation and common grievance :-).
Thirdly, the train only went to some godforsaken place in Austria the name of which I have forgotten, and it turned out that that train was never meant to go any further and certainly not all the way to Augsburg. So Deutsche Bahn had again sold me something that basically did not exist.
One of my newfound travel companions, of my age but turned interrailer late in life 🙂 was really good at finding alternative solutions. We ended up changing four times instead of one, and at the time of writing this it seems that we will make it back to Berlin in the middle of the night after actually having had a lot of fun.
Some photos I took from the train somewhere in Austria:
Last words about train travel in Europe:
“The Single European Railway Directive 2012 2012/34/EU is an EU Directive that regulates railway networks in European Union law”.
Not that I intend to read it, but it is not working. If the EU – quite rightly – wants us to increasingly choose train travel over air travel within the European Union, there is a lot of harmonising to be done, starting with making the ticketing systems inter-compatible, if that is a word.
If we are going to spend the best part of 24 hours being transported by train from one EU Member State through another one to a third one, rather than half a day in order to make the same journey by air, it has to be fairly “stressless”, comfortable and a good deal cheaper than flying, and that is definitely not the case now.
And investments need to be made: How can it be that some EU Member States (I am sure Slovenia is not the only one) still have rail tracks that are in such a poor condition that trains have to drive quite slowly on them, and that those trains seem to be about 50 years old?
Once I decided to stop caring how long it would take, I quite enjoyed my trip – no thanks to Deutsche Bahn’s tickets to non-existent seats and compartments or to the four changes rather than one I had to make on the way back (except I guess the two strangers who quickly became travel companions and I would probably not have started talking to each other if the journey had gone the way we each thought it would instead of going from bad to worse from the start :-)), but transport ministries and railway companies really need to step up their game if this form of travel is going to catch on big time.
Oh, and there needs to be adequate internet access. Even on the otherwise brand new and very comfortable ICE train we were on on the last stretch to Berlin and which seemed like the wildest luxury compared to the other trains we had been on today, and which unlike the other trains did have internet, at least officially, it was not really working.
An internations.org event – a very nice day out ending in good company in the relatively new café area by the river.
I was not feeling particularly inspired, and could not be bothered to change lenses where I should have but here are a couple of photos from an abandoned theme park from the GDR times which is under renovation along with the entire area.
I am definitely having a dysfunctional relationship with Berliner Wanderclub. They are just too minimalistic with information for my limited brain capacity. Or perhaps it is just that it is only when I start interacting with people that life turns strange.
At least the other walking groups bother to mention the expected end time of the walk, and whether it might be a good idea to bring a packed lunch. Just so that everything is pretty much spoon-fed when I try to imagine how the day will go.
So according to the programme, today’s walk would be about 13 km, and would include eating at either Loretta or Schützen-Wirtin, both of which are near Wannsee S-Bahn Station – the end of the walk. With a 13 km walk, I imagined that by eating was meant lunch. There was no mention of a lengthy lunch break along the way. Sounded good to me.
What actually happened was that it turned out that the expected end time of the walk was 17.00 hrs (!!!!??????). With a 9.00 hrs start, that would make eight hours for a 13 km walk. That is not wandern. It is not even Schlentern. Also, there did not seem to be any general recollection of the mention of the two above restaurants, and they were not mentioned at all during the walk. Moreover, about four km from Wannsee, there was a long and boring break and it turned out everybody had brought a packed lunch! How did they know??
Conclusion: Focus on the other walking groups where it is clearer what is going to happen. Or better still: go solo. Which is what I did when after a great length of time nobody showed any signs of ever wanting to finish the walk, I left and went to Wannsee where I had lunch at Loretta, just the way I had originally thought, except the street-level restaurant was closed, so I went to the Biergarten upstairs.
Now, a word on that – Loretta’s beer garden is a very nice location, but the food will undermine your health (apart from one item – baked potato with vegan kidney bean chili and guacamole). And as for the coffee – don’t get me started. Walking closer to the S-Bahn Station, I discovered Corsini, which, as far as I could see, has the same kind of prices but a much better choice of food – fresher, tastier, healthier, and real coffee, so that is something to remember for next time I am in that area.
Anyway, I enjoyed the walking, and took a few photos.
Almost back home, walking through Besselpark, I discovered that they have stopped watering and mowing those boring lawns, so perhaps Berlin is finally entering the 21st century, climate-protection-wise.
Some native plants (or weeds as some people still call them) have already appeared, of their own choosing, needing much less water, and no fertilizers. Hooray! I hope it stays that way, even in the unlikely event that we get what is considered enough rain to go back to boring lawns again.
30 small carrots or enough larger ones cut lengthways to make about 30 pieces, tossed in a sauce of 3 tblsp soy sauce, 1 tblsp sambal oelek, 1 tblsp avocaco oil, 2 tblsp honey (or maple syrup if you want to make it completely vegan), and a healthy dose of freshly ground black pepper. Place in one layer in a baking tray, preserving the remainder of the sauce.
Bake in one layer for a total of 45 to 50 minutes. It is OK for the carrots to turn slightly charred at the edges.
Halfway through, turn the pieces, and spoon over the remaining sauce.
Serve as a side or, as in this case, a main course with lentils and a handful of balcony greens and finely chopped garlic. Drizzled with a tahini dressing.
