"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.
Bullet holes?
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.....
8 comments:
You have a very enlightening blog. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Thanx for the invite into your world.
Wars are very sad...
Thanks HH. Glad you like it. :) Softpencil, I totally agree!
Very nice blog! I enjoyed reading it. Beautiful place even with all those bullet holes. War is nothing nice.
Thanks!
Wow. Things like that are really fastinating, in a morbid way.
Whether you feel wars are necessary sometimes or not, I don't think anyone can argue that they're not really screwed up. There's a book called A Long Way Gone written by who used to be a child soldier. It's amazing and kind of scary what people are capable of becoming, and coming back from.
I love this list and your writing it is very direct and honest.
Thanks everyone for the nice comments!
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