When I first came to Berlin for a visit 15 years ago I noticed a lot of the older buildings had lots of little holes puckering their surface.
"What are all those pockmarks on the buildings?" I asked my boyfriend. "Does it have something to do with acid rain."
No, he told me. The holes had been made by bullets.
Of course, I knew that there had been fighting in the streets of Berlin during World War 2 and that the city had been heavily bombed but seeing these scars still present on the buildings somehow made it more real.
There are lots of bullet holes in the graveyard where I take a lot of pictures of my jewelry and artwork. Yesterday I even found two grave stones that had been damaged by mortar shells.
Thinking of a battle being fought in a graveyard is almost too surreal to imagine. It reminds me of that song Where Have The Flowers Gone? which I often sing to my daughter.
War may sometimes be necessary, as it was in the case of Hitler, but that doesn't stop it from being seriously fucked up.....