First roll of Pierre

Somewhere...

Berlin! The Holocaust memorial, in memory of the Jews murdered during the Holocaust, is a really schemer and interesting place. The site is covered with thousands huge blocks which vary in height but perfectly aligned, forming a lot of corridors, the whole on an undulating ground. Walking surrounded by all these blocks was just impressive.
The second picture is taken from the park and we can see the rear of the Brandenburg Gate.

A Little street of Bern in Switzerland, where we can do the statue. Here, a typical statue of Bern. It's one of Anne Bichsel's children, who had shown us the city and who had also accomoted us.

Bern, Switzerland. Just next to the station, the start of the guided tour.

Wroclaw, Poland. Big collage on an older building in the middle of a small island in the city. Seated on a banc we're counting the ducks, to let our legs recover from the visit of the town center (especially the Lego store and the museum of animation and optical illusions that made Pierre crazy).

Berlin and its giant graffiti walls.

Stuttgart, Germany. Again one of our good encounters, while we were trying to find our way to quit the city by hitch-hiking, we met this woman native to Texas (Shirley). She was with her Chinese lady friend, all of both living in Germany. She has invited us to have a drink before indicate us the right way.
As you can see, she works the wood, this picture is taken in her studio on the back of her house. She makes pieces of timber for planes (here for the wings), and not for the remote-controlled planes, no, for real planes with a pilot inside, and that totally rocks. A chance to have met them, not only for giving us a lot of information about their native country, but also after their indications we have waited only 5 minutes until someone takes us by hitch-hiking.

Wroclaw, Poland. The main square of the city, where the reckless scalpers try to sale their perfume to all the women who pass. We are stayed sitting down here to look at them, choosing their prey and changing their speech just for fun, no one speaks french here. Too bad for the black and white of the picture because this man wore a nice red shirt which stood out very well. Good luck guys!

Not far from Rzeszow, Poland. We were walking in this little town in search of our couchsurfing contact; over there we have met very welcoming people and two other travelers. The exchange was very interesting, we were and we are still novices. These guys had a lot of things to learn us, notably that with cheek and muck about failures we can offer to any shop, to work for them in exchange for food. And it's true.

Wroclaw, Poland. (Once again!) One of our last day over there. Our host, Jacek, had supplied us bikes for the day and we rode pretty much somewhere in the city. The last point of the day was to visit a japanese garden, but it was paying. So, we have looked throughout the wire fence and a bit further there was a big foutain. We recognize the place because last evening we were coming here, with Jacek and his two daughters, to watch a son et lumiere show.
The day, it's not as mad as it was the night, and it's transformed in a kind of Wroclaw Beach. You can't recognize me very well but it's me, sunbathing, rereading my note-book and complaining of my bad french.

Cottbus, Germany. Student flatsharing. That were the holidays, they were only 2 of 4 and they let us occupy the vacant beds. That was one of our first nights in seperate rooms and it was restful despite the alcohol and the trampoline. They had a great balcony overhanging the street. One of the best place for a coffe and a cigarette.

Berlin. The famous artists' squat, called "Kunsthaus". Maybe we have too much expected of it, it's more a tourist attraction than a real studio. A lot of trinkets to sell and a closed circle. It doesn't mean that it isn't interesting, if you pass around here, it's worth seeing.

quelques négatifs positifs, enjoy!

(color films coming soon)

Lisa.