Our Endless Berlin Days
First I saw wings. The heavens above Berlin chimed to the flapping of angel wings, but the streets below were monochrome, awash in whispered thoughts and the swift sway of a trapeze. Later I...
Walking through the streets of Berlin, Germany’s capital city and amalgam of cultures, scents and stories.
First I saw wings. The heavens above Berlin chimed to the flapping of angel wings, but the streets below were monochrome, awash in whispered thoughts and the swift sway of a trapeze. Later I...