The Wall.

The Berlin Wall. One large slice of history, composed of brick and concrete. Although once it separated east from west, now it serves only to separate the train line from the river. Along its pathway can be found many strange distractions, such as Yamm, a café which is also a skate ramp and basketball court. There is also a rather uppety restaurant, along with, of course, a souvenir shop. In fact, the souvenir shop offers, of all things, fake DDR passport stamps, which they will add to your travel documents for the princely sum of €1.

The Wall itself has been reconstructed, and some time ago young painters were asked to adorn its eastern side with their designs. These remain, and some are quite impressive, however over the years passers-by have decided en masse to offer their own additions. These range from impassioned pleas to Legalise It!, to diatribes about tourist culture, to serious reflections on the proposed wall between Israel and the Palestinian Territories.

I walked the entire length of the wall, reading these thousands of plebian contributions. And really, I just couldn't help myself.