The end of the block of our hotel, Albrechthof, across the Spree from the Bahnhof Friedrichstrasse.

Construction, of course;
the future soaring across the sky;
and the freshly painted buildings of the East, the war-torn bullet holes freshly spackled, the smell of fresh paint on most streets eleven years after the fall of the Wall.

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