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In the Snow
Christopher Sheppard (producer) and I go out walking in the snow. The Brandenburg Gate, now flanked by modernity, the park opposite with its silvery birch trees and the ground gradually turning white; and, nearby, a monument of grey slabs, looking something like stacked coffins, there to commemorate the Jewish population which perished at the hands of the Nazis. The monument – still being built – achieves what I assume is its intention: it is a reminder of a grim horror that should never be forgotten; but it is not, of course, a celebration of the individual lives lost, each of which must have been rich with stories, talent, love and humour, as well as the unimaginable pain of living – and dying – with such terror and despair.
We retreat, shivering, to the hotel. At lunch in the brasserie, the photocopy story continues. A waiter proudly and politely informs us that much of the interior - other than the tables and chairs – is a genuine relic; an interior of ‘Desbrosses’ from Bordeaux, dismantled, shipped and now resurrected as part of the décor. The wooden floor, however, he explains, was taken from a school gymnasium in the former East Berlin, in order to look ‘genuine’. A photograph of the Eiffel tower is propped up helpfully next to the piles of bread rolls, in case we hadn’t got the French connection.
SP in the snow
SP with monument to the Jewish people
The monument, still under construction
East German gym floor in the ‘French’ brasserie
Text © Sally Potter. All pictures © Adventure Pictures unless otherwise indicated