A Call for a Memorial, My Grandmother & Falling
A Call for a Memorial One of the things I saw in Berlin was The Jewish Museum, or at least the memorial that was built to remind us of the murdered souls who perished under tyranny. It is a daunting and intense experience: The facts, unfortunately, escape me now but all I can say is imagine being in a quicksand of graves. That's the experience. One of the moments I will always remember is standing there, amidst these giant blocks of what seemed to be coffins or graves, whatever it was, it certainly conveys death and hearing blaring out of a nearby restaurant, Belinda Carlyle's "Heaven is a Place on Earth". Surreal is not the word. It kinda' irked me that people were jumping up and down on them, some people even making out (I'm serious!) but the odd thing was, that seemed part of the installation as well: The perfect fusing of something as static as a monument, interacting with the live, breathing and VERY dynamic aspect of real life. It was cool. Then I saw...