Punk Culture in Berlin

During their travels in the 1980s, my parents explored the vibrant city of Berlin. One memorable moment was when my dad captured a photograph of a punk, accompanied by my mom. This photo represents a unique glimpse into Berlin’s alternative scene at the time.

Spreading the Flipside Fanzine

While traveling, my parents actively distributed Flipside Fanzines. Sharing these publications allowed them to connect with others who appreciated underground music and culture, further enriching their travel experiences.

He has a Charged GBH “Give Me Fire” T-Shirt with Jock Blyth on the front. How cool is that. What a great punk rock synchronicity.

On Monday I watched Rachel on MSMBC and the first word out of her mouth was Berlin.

“Rachel Maddow looks at a murder in Berlin, Germany that U.S. officials believe was a Russia-sanctioned assassination and notes that Russia’s past reticence to commit killings in Western countries appears to have faded, raising concerns about the recently outed Russian spy living in the United States.”

Then the weekend before I was watching an old TCM film. And a friend on Facebook said she did not have TCM and would love to have it. I then thought to myself I would sure love to go to Berlin, but I just cannot. As I looked up to the TV screen, I heard, from the 1932 film Back Street, Walter Saxel say,

“Would you like me to take you to Berlin?”

I said yes. And realize this synchronicity only rubs me the erroneous way out of anticipation.

Then to really get my goat last night I was watching one show on TV. One of my late-night bedtime rituals. The continuity of watching an episode of the sitcom Hogan’s Heroes. Of course, the whole focus tonight was on Berlin.

“Bad Day in Berlin”

“Hogan’s Heroes: Season 4, Episode 11″Hogan’s Heroes” Bad Day in Berlin (TV Episode 1968).”

Again, Berlin is on my mind. I googled and read about it and reflected on its history.

Currently it is for me about the good feeling of accomplishments and the rewards of following a project through to its end. It is what it is but seems my psyche is having fun playing with me through multiple synchronicities.

Maybe a nice finish with an Oktoberfest beer this weekend.