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Berlin Interlude — Triangle House

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In Berlin, there is an abandoned Nazi airfield several miles south of the city center that has since been converted to the country’s largest public park. Here amidst the calls of endangered birds you can find teenagers playing soccer, cyclists and joggers going down the runway, a rainbow-colored kite idling in the late afternoon wind. I walk around unprohibited as if mid-dream. Looking out at the horizon, I am overcome with an acute sense of deja vu: though in my lifetime I have been to a number of airports, rarely ever am I outside, on the ground like I am now; usually funneled through an elaborate labyrinth of walkways and bridges designed for congestion control and maximum efficiency, or waiting inside of an aircraft, patiently watching from portholes as neon vests below wave sticks around to okay departure instead. It is strange to be here for the explicit purpose of being here and not because I, or someone I care about, am en route elsewhere. The park’s edges stretch into oblivion

Berlin Interlude Amanda Chen Issue 30 Criticism In Berlin, there is an abandoned Nazi airfield several miles south of the city center that has since been converted to the country’s largest public park. Here amidst the calls of endangered birds you can find teenagers playing soccer, cyclists and joggers going down the runway, a rainbow-colored kite idling in the late afternoon wind. I walk around unprohibited as if mid-dream. Looking out at the horizon, I am overcome with an acute sense of deja vu: though in my lifetime I have been to a number of airports, rarely ever am I outside, on the groun

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