The Berlin Wall: A World Divided

by Nick Farr on October 18, 2009
in Art & Beauty, Berlin, Places

Help me earn back some library fines. Buy this book at Amazon.

Berlin is my favorite city in the world.

I would have enjoyed Frederick Taylor’s incredibly rich and engaging history of the Berlin Wall, even if it weren’t such a great book in its own right.  It’s that rare historical non-fiction pageturner that successfully combines hard facts and soft details to craft a very compelling narrative of a fascinating era.

While a similar work could have been drafted from a comparably exhaustive review of literature and primary sources, Taylor has a unique gift for using anecdotal details to lend color to the historical timeline:

Free to come and go in the East as they wished, Western radical tourists liked its lack of commercialism and advertising, the cheap food, the bookshop next to Friedrichstrasse station where you could buy very inexpensive copies of the Marxist classics.  What could be so wrong with a state where you could buy a hardcover copy of Marx’s Eighteenth Brumaire for the price of a cup of (terrible) coffee?

The Berlin Wall does an excellent job of covering the most relevant historical details and placing them within the proper context of the wall and the city itself.  The book is an excellent response to the notion that the wall was much more symbolically than actually significant to the cold war.  The thinking and actions of leaders in the US, the USSR and the GDR are tightly placed together and paired well with the realities of life in Berlin at the time.

Through carefully weaving the stories of world leaders and global politics with the anecdotes of individuals in the East and the West, Taylor .  Between relating the somewhat famous history of Rudi Dutschke’s disenchantment with the GDR as a student and the famous escape attempts of the early 1960s, he gives an primary source account of two border guards.  This simple account, like many in the book, help properly frame the thinking of Berliners and the events of their time:

Some fled on the spur of the moment.  One Grepo platoon commander, stationed on the suburban part of the border, who fled the West with a comrade in 1961, described the foxhole conversation that preceded the escape:

“As we were lying there, he suddenly said to me: ‘What would you do if I were to clear off?’  My answer was: ‘Well, there’s only one thing I’ll say to you — as a Christian I can’t shoot at another human being.’  So straight away he said, ‘I’m clearing off.  Do you want to come with me?’”

After some hesitation, the platoon commander went with him.

Little ground is left uncovered in the book, which begins with a brief and entertaining history of the city itself from the Middle Ages, through Modern Europe’s wars, the Cold War and reunification.  The Afterword on the legacy of the wall, the “Mauer im Kopf” (Wall in the Head), is both realistically pessimistic and cautiously hopeful, if a bit too Berlin-centric. I captures a feeling I get from talking with some of my best friends in Berlin, who are often reluctant to opine on their city’s place in history and where that leaves it today.

100 Things I Will Miss About DC: #73

73: Where there’s cameras in the sky, there’s spies in the lobby, originally uploaded by nickfarr.

100 Things I Will Miss About DC: #57


57: Huge, clear, well maintained signs designed to direct a lost army of tourists., originally uploaded by nickfarr.

100 Things I will Miss About Washington DC


42: Callboxes to Canvases, originally uploaded by nickfarr.

When I left Los Angeles, I did a photo series of 100 different people, places, concepts–things I would or ended up missing about the place. I attempted, but failed to do something similar for Grand Rapids.

As I prepare to move to New York (after this summer’s big activities), my thoughts drift to what I’ll miss about DC. Unlike the other places I’ve lived, I never really felt like I made this strange place my home. Where the LA project was about loss, the Grand Rapids one about moving on, this one seems to be a bit more about creating a present life worth remembering.

The numbers are randomly assigned, implying no order but that of whim. The pictures are mostly original, with a few memories thrown in for good measure. In following most of my work whose purposes are purely selfish and aesthetic, I make no attempts at creating a path for the viewer to follow. It’s more for my own amusement.

Cloud banking talk at SIGINT went really well


#sigint09 – Nickf4rr about banking, originally uploaded by jmtosses.

To illustrate the concept of money as a metric, I used the ever awesome Haribo Saft Goldbären they have on sale here in Mediapark 7 at SIGINT.

The first of my three talks here managed to snag a near capacity crowd, more likely due to the timing of the talk right after dinner on Friday night.  The crowd seemed relatively sedate until midway through, when a great series of questions came up.  Based on the interview I did with German Public Radio and comments from those who approached me since, it seems the topic really resonated with the attendees  here.

Seeing Johannes sing corporate anthems and Astera and George talk about robot uprisings was also really cool.  Jens gave a great Day 1 keynote…or so say the German speakers I begged an aftermath from.  It was also great spending time chilling with Jon and Ivory.

The slides from the talk and more about cloud banking are now posted over at my cloud banking page.  Thanks to jmtosses and function for the pictures!

Sacher Torte: What better way to end an evening in Vienna?

by Nick Farr on May 21, 2009
in Journal, Vienna


Innere Stadt, May 17, 2009, originally uploaded by Angelo.
I rarely get to be a pure tourist in Europe.  I had such a pleasure this past Sunday evening, led around Vienna’s first district by my good friend Angelo, the best late night ersatz tour guide one could ask for.   Ivory King (pictured) rounded out the delightful touring trio.
We wandered by the Rathaus, the Parliament building, through the Volksgarten and the Hofburg before arriving in the thick of the first district, “old Vienna”.  Angelol asked me if I had ever seen this part of Vienna before, to which I replied, “yes, but the only thing I remember is the crypt of St. Stephen’s.  It was the only place my cell phone didn’t work.”
My goal for the evening was to see the Stadtpark, and possibly catch a slice of Linzer Torte.  These were the last two things on my mother’s list, having spent a good deal of time in fits and starts at the epically fabulous Schönbrunn Palace,  and having completely slept through my chance to see the Vienna Boys Choir.
The Stadtpark was fabulous.  It deserves its own entry.
Unfortunately, our leisurely late night stroll through the Stadtpark left us rushing to find a cafe that served Linzer Torte.  Angelo eventually led us to the Hotel Sacher, where we had a wonderful slice of Sacher Torte, Turkish Coffee and talk of finding food with Web 2.0.
While on a post-dessert stroll, walking laps around the Opera House with Ivory. my parents were packing for an emergency trip to Chile. I returned to the Metalab a few hours after Angelo left us, only to discover that my 90 year old grandfather had been hospitalized with pneumonia.  I jumped on Skype and heard the details of the trip and my Grandfather’s condition.
In the midst of an otherwise morbid and emotionally draining conversation, the one highlight of that conversation turned out to be the accidental Sacher Torte.  While my mother had specified Linzer Torte, just as I was about to explain to her that the Sacher didn’t have any–she said, “Oh!  Sacher!  That was the one!  The Sacher Torte!”