In 2010 I saw a version of the traditional bright red phone booths in England, transformed. Inside shelves had been installed stocked with books, with an opportunity for the reader to choose a book and swap one out.
As the year winds down I go through my book shelves and make two piles; books that I’ve bought, read and won’t read again that I will give away, and those to sell to a used bookstore. My intention is to make room for more books.
There were a handful of reasons why I left Berlin in 1993 and returned to the States, each framed by earlier events, but today I recall the whirlwind of my German memories in which I was immersed.
The best part of being in Europe was everyone I met. Bright young women and men, all artists, who measured their lives with the passion they expressed, buzzing and beating their wings around town- to me Berlin was a hive.