My best walk in Berlin happened on my last day. I got the advice from a friend to visit the Jewish cemetery in Weißensee, and so I did. I am making a note to myself to make it a habit to visit more cemeteries.

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It’s always so exquisitly quiet in cemeteries. Like holding your breath.
Meaning:
not in the tense way.
But:
like your breath is being held.

This cemetery was beautifully overgrown with ivy.
What an honour.
Some graves had bushes rooted deeply into them.
Some tombstones were dated more than a hundred years back in time,
meaning,
they spoke not of death, but of survival.

Slow movements in the trees.
Birds singing.
Little hum.

(We are all gonna rest in the end.
We are all coming home.)

The traffic seemed so far away
on the other side of the walls.

I was almost alone.

I could hear my:
self.

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(This story told in pictures.)