Berlin – Day 7

Our days in Berlin have a routine now: we walk to breakfast in the neighboring building, where the students eat quickly and then impatiently and drowsily wait for the faculty to finish their leisurely and cultured meal. Blithely indifferent to the students’ suffering, the faculty are ready only after multiple cups of coffee.

Today’s journey was even more routine: we once again took the subway to Alexanderplatz and walked to the Museumsinsel. The Neues Museum’s world-famous collection of Egyptian antiquities – along with pieces from throughout the ancient world – was our main activity for the morning.

Before the Museum, though, souvenir shopping! And while Berlin’s most common symbol is the omnipresent bear, Pace students are a little different:

Instead of one picture of the unphotographable Bust of Nefertiti, displayed hyperdramatically in its own room, we have the Gold Hat, a cultic symbol hammered with esoteric astronomical encodings and equally artfully displayed:

Context-free Egyptmania:

Our wanderings through the collection were not without background. Mr Hornor demystifying the works before us:

A cheap lunch in the Friedrichstrasse subway station, accompanied by thousands of our new German friends, was next. The many hours of data-packed lecturing by Mr Hornor had by this point overwhelmed the brains of many of the students: how else to explain the ice cream desserts on a day where the high temperature was below freezing?

Next up: the Topography of Terror, a large exhibit space next to the former Luftwaffe headquarters (now a Finance Ministry building) and along a largely untouched stretch of the Berlin Wall. In many informative panels and hundreds of pictures, the display outlines the Nazi era, from 1933 through the war and beyond.

Secret police cells, the Wall, and the Luftwaffe building:


After walking past the site of Hitler’s Bunker, we took the subway back to the hostel and spent a productive hour doing homework. The group, having had their fill of schnitzel and sausage over the last week, then walked to a restaurant-filled part of our Kreuzberg neighborhood and ate at a local Italian restaurant.

Pizzas and pastas for all:

Tomorrow: Potsdam!

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