Isn´t it always funny how people follow you?
We were in the city yesterday - pics are to follow, we were high up in the air!
But on the way I saw this wreath by the piece of the Berlin wall, asked Ingo if he wants to be in the pic and after I took two pics we walked away and I saw...
Others had a look on this, also, just cause Ingo posed and I took pics?
Before there was no one paying attention.
To those who lost their lives on the way to freedom.
To West Germany, to "us".
Believe me, I know both sides of the "story", having had three teamleaders from East-Germany, one I´m still in contact with every day.
Another sang the Russian alphabet to me, I know about moving, parties, cars and all that. Frustration and happiness.
Ingo had relatives there, more stories.
It was another "Germany", but reckon most were happy in their own way, too.
Apart from those who tried to flee, the ones we think of in pain. In sorrow.
The ones - think of Six-Thirty - made the way for others.
More to come - on just fun - views from above. I braved up!
Henry 🦁
Back to the title - does this happen to you, too?
You take a pic and suddenly people get interested in what you take a pic of.
Back in the day when you had "film-cameras" I would understand, but here it happens even today!
People, huh - I think I´m the same 😉 - I take a second look on what´s so interesting someone captures.
Addendum to last post/Ingo´s comment: I had half a pizza at Guido´s yesterday, the other half sits in the fridge!!!
Addendum: Called my Niece - 12th Birthday - she wants no pressie she´s happy and said greetings to Ingo.
She´s an adult. (Yet she calls it "children´s Birthday").
16 comments:
Haha, yes I do too. I almost always look when I see someone taking pictures. And I also see others looking at what I do
We are one, right? We like to learn from each other.
It's important to remember the past because history comes full circle.
Sadly we never seem to learn from history. Wall to Mexico, war against Ukraine... how come "we" are so greedy and dumb?
...the division of Germany and the wall left an effect on me as I grew up. It was always a part of the nightly news. Now we live in a divided country, we are poor students of history.
Yes, we seem to never learn. How bitter and sad.
Not sure 12 is an adult after dealing with teenagers for so many years. But I hope she had a great birthday. Or did you mean adult because she wants no presents? I do think people are curious when someone pays attention to something. You might be a trendsetter. I've been swimming laps at my MIL's for the last 2 summers. I'm not a great swimmer but I don't care. It's exercise. Now yesterday my sister in law and my husband are swimming laps. I'm a trendsetter too I guess. Happy rest of your weekend Iris. Hugs-Erika
I think people are just naturally curious. And who knows you might be an influencer and then they would want to follow all your social media. Alles gute zum Geburstag to your niece.
It makes sense, laying a wreath.
Erika, she act like an adult. It´s like talking to a friend - scary! The child is gone. Like me she is the older one.Being a trendsetter would be too much for me! Yet I would LOVE to swim!!!
FIL was great in this - or maybe is, won´t try him - or Ingo, it´s supposed to be but FUN!! To fun, hugs!
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CJ, me, a trendsetter, LOL, In my Nieces name I give back a big DANKE!!!
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William, yes, sadly near to no one noticed!
I always look to see what someone is taking a pic of too. Just in case I have missed something good or important like that wreath.
Shame that once something is in the past, it's easily forgotten.
RedPat, always make sure :-)
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Amy, the city does it´s best to not forget.
RedPat, better make sure :-)
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Amy, the city does it´s best to keep memory.
Yes it happens! I stand in the city and look up high to a rooftop and just keep looking from different angles, then others start to look up wondering what it is I am looking at. Often I am looking at nothing just to see how many copy me.
You sure made me laugh! Reckon I´ll copy you, just for the fun of it!!! LOL!
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