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I still have a suitcase in Berlin.
...so I have to go back next time
the bliss of times gone by
are all still in my suitcase
I never heard Marlene sing this statement, but Hildegard Knef and also Paul Kuhn, who accompanied himself on the piano as usual and always slightly transfigured.
As a child I could not explain this unconditional devotion and enthusiasm for Berlin, although Berlin has always played a role in my life. It remained the place of longing of my grandmother, who came from Silesia to Berlin in 1925 to "get into position", as the domestic workers were called in Berlin at that time. This term is much more friendly than that of the "maids" in Bavaria or "Stub'n Madel'n" in Vienna...
My sister and I were once in Berlin as children for a few weeks with my great aunt, who was my father's godmother. We were allowed to fly with Pan Am, the "Americans"; that was exciting, because in 1968 Berlin was a divided city. My great aunt was of course only travelling with us in the western part; the east of Berlin was "dark" and non-existent for her.
The first thing she immediately taught us was that in Berlin you don't say "Grüß Gott", but "Guten Tag". I was born and grew up in Munich; contemplative and sheltered. My father was born in Berlin in 1935, but came to Munich with his parents in 1946, because his father spoke perfect English and French and as a chauffeur drove the high American officers stationed in Munich. He loves Munich very much, but he still smiles about our "Million Village" today. And Berlin? Berlin! Berlin! The metropolis; his hometown! Unimpeachable.
I understand him, even if I don't fully share his enthusiasm.
Berlin is a city whose tempo takes my breath away every time; in order to live (and survive?) in Berlin, you have to adapt to this tempo or you will simply be run over.
Or in other words: Berlin is too fast for me.
Too fast, too loud, too uncomplicated, too restless, too crazy.
Later as an adult I was in Berlin several times; shortly after the fall of the wall and also a few years later. Berlin is still too fast for me! But I smile heartily; the spontaneity and humor of the Berliners I have taken to my heart long ago!
Oh dear, that's what you get when you're in Berlin with your thoughts; I actually wanted to write a little bit about the scent...!
Now then, I don't know what made Serge Lutens create a fragrance that serves to pay homage to an entire city and its inhabitants.
Maybe it was the disdainful commercial thought, because nobody can get past Berlin anymore!
So why not choose a name that is rich in history and symbolism; the attention factor is thus guaranteed and marketing can begin.
But maybe I do the master wrong; who knows if he doesn't have a heart for Berlin too!?
If so, he has expressed it wonderfully with his fragrance; the cheerful liveliness and simplicity of the Berlin women is captured perfectly and their charisma is also charmingly noticeable. A slightly exciting note that sparkles with exuberance!
A scent of roses, yes; but far from transfiguring a romantic mystery, but rather fragrant with wit and pep to cheer up the surroundings. The little roses swirl a little, they are well-bred, but not today; today the lust for life is celebrated with a little exuberance!
Pepper breeze and Patchouly well dosed in the background (really, I'm convinced it is Patchouly!) turn an otherwise only further rose scent into a feast for every nose and an experience for the wearer; Berlin is one attraction richer and I take my hat off to Serge Lutens!
There; that's it I wanted to write a statement and now it's the longest commentary I've ever written, apart from the dragon story. I hope for your understanding for my memories of Berlin and to all of you who don't know Berlin (yet), I'd like to recommend "La Fille de Berlin" with a wink. But be careful: don't forget to book your return journey; there are already many waiting suitcases in Berlin...!
are all still in my suitcase
I never heard Marlene sing this statement, but Hildegard Knef and also Paul Kuhn, who accompanied himself on the piano as usual and always slightly transfigured.
As a child I could not explain this unconditional devotion and enthusiasm for Berlin, although Berlin has always played a role in my life. It remained the place of longing of my grandmother, who came from Silesia to Berlin in 1925 to "get into position", as the domestic workers were called in Berlin at that time. This term is much more friendly than that of the "maids" in Bavaria or "Stub'n Madel'n" in Vienna...
My sister and I were once in Berlin as children for a few weeks with my great aunt, who was my father's godmother. We were allowed to fly with Pan Am, the "Americans"; that was exciting, because in 1968 Berlin was a divided city. My great aunt was of course only travelling with us in the western part; the east of Berlin was "dark" and non-existent for her.
The first thing she immediately taught us was that in Berlin you don't say "Grüß Gott", but "Guten Tag". I was born and grew up in Munich; contemplative and sheltered. My father was born in Berlin in 1935, but came to Munich with his parents in 1946, because his father spoke perfect English and French and as a chauffeur drove the high American officers stationed in Munich. He loves Munich very much, but he still smiles about our "Million Village" today. And Berlin? Berlin! Berlin! The metropolis; his hometown! Unimpeachable.
I understand him, even if I don't fully share his enthusiasm.
Berlin is a city whose tempo takes my breath away every time; in order to live (and survive?) in Berlin, you have to adapt to this tempo or you will simply be run over.
Or in other words: Berlin is too fast for me.
Too fast, too loud, too uncomplicated, too restless, too crazy.
Later as an adult I was in Berlin several times; shortly after the fall of the wall and also a few years later. Berlin is still too fast for me! But I smile heartily; the spontaneity and humor of the Berliners I have taken to my heart long ago!
Oh dear, that's what you get when you're in Berlin with your thoughts; I actually wanted to write a little bit about the scent...!
Now then, I don't know what made Serge Lutens create a fragrance that serves to pay homage to an entire city and its inhabitants.
Maybe it was the disdainful commercial thought, because nobody can get past Berlin anymore!
So why not choose a name that is rich in history and symbolism; the attention factor is thus guaranteed and marketing can begin.
But maybe I do the master wrong; who knows if he doesn't have a heart for Berlin too!?
If so, he has expressed it wonderfully with his fragrance; the cheerful liveliness and simplicity of the Berlin women is captured perfectly and their charisma is also charmingly noticeable. A slightly exciting note that sparkles with exuberance!
A scent of roses, yes; but far from transfiguring a romantic mystery, but rather fragrant with wit and pep to cheer up the surroundings. The little roses swirl a little, they are well-bred, but not today; today the lust for life is celebrated with a little exuberance!
Pepper breeze and Patchouly well dosed in the background (really, I'm convinced it is Patchouly!) turn an otherwise only further rose scent into a feast for every nose and an experience for the wearer; Berlin is one attraction richer and I take my hat off to Serge Lutens!
There; that's it I wanted to write a statement and now it's the longest commentary I've ever written, apart from the dragon story. I hope for your understanding for my memories of Berlin and to all of you who don't know Berlin (yet), I'd like to recommend "La Fille de Berlin" with a wink. But be careful: don't forget to book your return journey; there are already many waiting suitcases in Berlin...!
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