I had a strangely semi-nostalgic car ride yesterday: to an allotment garden (Schrebergarten ) autumn barbecue party in Berlin-Staaken: this was strangely evocative, because I realised how very many times I have driven all or parts of this route over the years: many of them on the top of a Berlin double-decker, or iny my own Renault 4 with appropriate ‘cottaging’ intervals of course, mostly as study work for my thesis on “Benevolent sex instruction courses for Turkish immigrant youths”. and in favour of international sexual-cultural integration, especially on Sunday afternoons: but alas such architectural monuments no onger punctuate this route: which led via the B5 road across the old border of the GDR and rather excitingly through the deepest provinces of unspoiled old farming villages crowned with a town centre slice right through Ludwigslust with its stunning castle shortly before the border to the hinterland of Hamburg. This had the added thrill of possibly being strip-searched by dashing Volksarmee border guads in statically sparkling polyester uniforms probably designed by Margot Honecker herself (still living incidentally, in ‘total and extremely shocked innocence’ and a blue-rinse heaven with her grandson painter in Santiago de Chile: unfortunately the guards were usually satisfied with a very brief frisk: and ‘on yer bike’ kind of nod: although occasionally one did manage to contrive to be arrested for speeding in the middle of a cold January forest: the result of which was nothing more titillating then a temporary confiscation of the passport!
But the main pointer to memory lane yesterday was that I noticed the tube station “Berlin-Witzleben” (Witz leben could be translated as life’s joke, or the wit of life!!) tkae your pick: I am sztill meditating
But more reflections on this subject tomorrow
cheers for now