Now you see it, now you don’t. Just a random bit of wall and yet so instantly recognisable. And then it’s gone. An image that tells so many stories. A city once divided, now united. Where once there were soldiers, now there is a cyclist (admittedly, in Berlin they can be rather dangerous as well).
An image that tells a story of courage, of hope, of suffering. Of joy and then disillusionment. The story of a miracle.
An image that for some in this city is just history. For many, the story of something that shaped their lives. For others (like myself) something remembered but only experienced from a distance. Yet still it chokes me up a bit.
The power of an image.