A Break from Berlin
As much as I have come to like my current host city, I need a break. Dr Johnson once famously - and a tad optimistically - claimed that if a man is tired of London, he’s tired of life. I’m tired of graffiti, which means I must be tired of Berlin. Actually I’m tired of people taking pictures of graffiti as if they were spontaneous acts of anarchy, and not a compulsory element of the urban landscape. I was going to take a picture of somebody taking a picture of graffiti, like a möbius image of counterculture, perpetuating ad infinitum outside the confines of mainstream. Except that graffiti is mainstream in Berlin.
So, where does a woman go when she needs a breather from Berlin? To Budapest, of course, an architectural gem in the heart of Europe, or so my guide tells me, and most importantly, the only destination that did not cost €400 a flight. I would like to think it is a sign, although so far it’s only a sign that a) I don’t book in advance b) everybody else is heading south.
One week to go! (Yeah, that’s how much I plan in advance)
