"I beg you, friend, be happy. I have the vague sense that on your capacity to be happy hangs our only hope."
"Why write this book? No one has asked me for it. Especially those to whom it is directed. Well? Well, I reply quite calmly that there are too many idiots in this world. And having said it, I have the burden of proving it."
Author Archives: Andrew Flohr-Spence
One of the first things you learn when you live in Germany is when the sun happens to shine, you take advantage of it. Any hesitation and you will be sitting there at some point on a rainy July day … Continue reading
Five am and my train moans to a stop at Army Street Station on the west side of Berlin. I check the time. One hour until sunrise. An early bird, I am today, with a mouth full of worms, but I … Continue reading
“In GDR, you amused park…,” I always laughed to myself. The reason I’d never been inside had nothing to do with my repressed fear of all things clown, circus, carny or even county fair. No. And neither did the idea of … Continue reading
Give me a mossy lamp, a broken window with a good reflection in it, an old funky mosaic or a little chalk in the form of…(is it a cat?) and you’ve got me distracted for at least a good while. I’ll plop … Continue reading
Random Sample is back! Alas, my little Kodak died after a long illness, so I got a new camera, one of them Hero 960. Don’t expect me to jump off any cliffs or to go parachuting anytime soon, let me just say … Continue reading
Once upon a time, under a government long-fallen, there was an amusement park in Berlin. Yes, even Communists amused themselves. I’d known the park was there, had walked past many times, but there are a lot of ruins in Berlin. If I just … Continue reading