We spent New Year’s Eve in Berlin with friends. We walked to a hill near their house at
midnight and watched the fireworks from throughout the city. Nothing was organized but people were
out everywhere shooting off fireworks.
A shroud of smoke hung in the air.
It seemed like s scene out of Clockwork Orange…World War III…the end of
the world. The sound of the
fireworks was deafening, like a monsoon on a tin roof. An ancient pagan ritual in the middle
of modernity meant to banish the evil spirits of the past year to the nether
regions of the subconscious. It
was incredible experience…ordered and purposeful chaos. When we walked back to the house,
people appeared like zombies out of the smoke. It was a totally surrealistic scene out of Dante’s Inferno or
grade B horror movie. I kept
expecting the fireworks to end…10 minutes…30 minutes…an hour. When I went to bed at 1 am, the
fireworks were undiminished in intensity.
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