Love in the East
I was in the NDK district, walking along the lover’s bridge, my hands sunk deep into my pockets, my eyes scanning the horizon for her. This was the exact place that we had kissed. A week before I was a simple tourist, snapping pictures of the sites and bathing in the beauty of this city which had been occupied and influenced by such a rich array of cultures. When I had booked the flights it was simply to have a bit of a holiday with my girlfriend and try and rekindle things between us. The...