After a lazy morning getting the most out of the morning sun on my east facing balcony, I walked down my favorite avenue in all of Berlin – Karl Marx Allee – to Alexanderstraße where construction has begun for the “tallest building in Berlin.” In the late afternoon light, a few cranes dangled their hooks in desultory effort as random clanging sounds bounced off the scaffolding hugging exposed concrete columns. Beyond a mostly still vacant lot, the S-Bahn trains ran diligently east and west over the yellow brick arches of Alexanderplatz Bahnhof.
I followed the train’s path down to Holzmarktstraße and sketched the lampposts, street signs, and fences lining the intersection. A young man in mirrored glasses and khaki attire asked me in German why I wasn’t drawing die Himmel, and walked away scoffing at my lack of understanding.*
Later, a throng of socially minded protestors dancing to techno music blasting from slow moving trucks passed as police redirected traffic. A family sat nearby watching me sketch the parade; the children quiet but pressing near, excited and wanting each a portrait to be drawn and signed.
Walking back as the evening sun shone over empty beer bottles and discarded placards, the hip still lingering in their regimental black, the police busy now with a Harley Davidson motorcade, I felt the sky within me, as if the lines of my favorite buildings were reaching out and drawing me in. Still so much to draw, but at least this afternoon the lines flowed.