Graffiti in East Berlin was bad. Real bad. Probably the worst I have ever seen. I think everyone walks around with a marker or spray can in their back pockets at all times. You get used to it though, and soon you start to separate the good, artistic stuff from the run-of-the-mill tags and vandalism. I got so wrapped up in it that I had to make my own mark on a building adjacent to our metro stop. Here you see me enjoying a beer on the street after completing my masterpiece.
This is the Berlin Face. Well actually it's an exaggerated version of an American's interpretation of the Berlin Face. But you get the idea: apathetic, drugged, and a little annoyed...I apparently overemphasized the drugged part of the equation. We thank Red Bull and Advil for that. Anyway, this face would go perfectly with the Russian Bear Claw, something similar that I learned to appreciate during my travels in Moscow and St. Petersburg.
PS - In case you were wondering, I only wish that I had sprayed my initials on that wall. Still, I lay claim to them because the odds of me finding my initials on that particular wall are 1 in 17,576.
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The "1 in 17,576" calculation of Chris' initials being in Berlin while he happens to be drinking a beer are correct. I ran it through the computers. Twice.
JMG
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