The Jewish Museum

Berlin everywhere exhibits all too chilling reminders of its violent past - from the haphazard reminders of its circuitous wall as you wander around the city only to run into another non-descript sign indicating its erstwhile location - to the pock marked walls of old government buildings still bearing the scars of the russian and ultimately american advances to the most awful of all the newish Jewish Museum. Andrea and I went for the grandeur of Daniel Libskind's architectural triumph though were each shaken by the experience. The scale of this historical experience seems too vast to really take in. The architecture of the building itself adds to this disorientation with its slanting walls, crooked flooring and labyrinthine passage ways. On occasion it really does seem like there's no way out of the structure!