On Monday, PC and I spent the day with some commies in Treptower Park.
I think PC was a bit skeptical when I first suggested the outing. It’s difficult to sell someone on the idea of driving across the city to go see some park with a Soviet war memorial. However, to his credit, PC agreed; we were far from disappointed. The Soviet memorial is one of three in the city. This one was particularly immense and moving.
At one end is a 12 meter high monument. It depicts a Soviet soldier standing upon a broken swastika, holding a sword and a rescued German Child. Sixteen stone sarcophagi carved with military imagery, and Stalin quotations, flank the space.
The rest of the memorial features a statue of a weeping mother- you know, the Motherland. And you’ll have seen in an earlier picture, one of two red granite monuments; two stylized Soviet flags.
This place served as a rallying point for protest and celebration throughout the years of the DDR. We found it, even on a day of sunshine, relatively desolate and tourist free.
We took the bridge over to the Insel der Jugend.
Besides exciting outings, I’ve also received a couple of exciting packages in the mail…
I totally ran around the house like a ninny to celebrate my ballot’s arrival.
Then I got a lovely card from my grandma, and a rad present from my parents.
Matt Kemp, Dodger and LA love.