one of my favourite pieces was a renaissance sculpture of Samson having his hair cut by Delilah. the figure is exhausted, and cradled in the lap of the one he loves as she cares for him. reminding me of one of my favourite songs, I took a moment to really appreciate the story and love shared by these two figures.
the eastside gallery was incredible, and I found great joy in the way artists had transformed the pain of Berlin’s troubled past into something beautiful and hopeful for a brighter tomorrow. walking along the wall free of any physical barriers from a happy life made me recognise how lucky I truly am to live in a time and place in which I feel safe and loved.
Alex and Ellie (two roommates at the hostel) took me out to a beer garden and we had a great laugh. back at the hostel, I met Lucas from southern Germany. we chatted for hours, and I made him promise to come and visit me in Tasmania. I write now on the train to Amsterdam. I am only growing more and more grateful for this journey, and continue to be fascinated, move and inspired by the things I find and discoveries I make along the way << x
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