First of May

These thoughts about the 1st of May Peter published in 2012, that is ten years ago!

I copy here what I found in the comment section. It is so interesting to see who responded bt writing a comment and Peter’s answer to the comments!

Munira has been a dear blogger friend of mine ever since I started blogging! 🙂

  1. What vivid memories to share! Wonderful. 
    anneReply ↓
    • berlioz1935on  said:Thanks for looking in and taking notice. The past is always with us, accompanying our life like our shadow. For some, depending on the experience, it is a burden But we should not get depressed about it. Quietly observe the past like an old family picture. Have a great day.Reply ↓
  2. Munira on  said:I love observing the past like it was an old family photo. In fact that’s a great way of describing my other blog. Take a look if you’re interested  http://munirazoom.wordpress.com/This post really evoked a sense of your memory, and in such few words. Lovely.Reply ↓
    • berliozon  said:Thanks Munira for your comment. This is really what I felt and wanted to communicate. What is missing are the photos. In that time we had no camera and despite some shortages we looked forward to a brighter future.Reply ↓
    • berlioz1935on  said:Thank you for the other link. I had already a short glance and it seems very interesting. By recording your family’s history you also recording your country’s history.

When I was still living in Berlin as a youngster the First of May always used to be a beautiful day. A cold night preceded a sunny day with blue sky all over the city. The trams were decorated with fresh green from the Birch trees and they carried the flag of Berlin with the little bear.

Of course, there used to be the rallies organised by the Unions for the rights and a better life for the workers. A couple of times I joined my mother and her colleagues from the post office and we marched through the still bombed out city. Nobody thought of torching the few cars that were parking on the side of the road. There might have been the odd three-wheeled Tempo who belonged to someone who had to earn a crust (this is an Australian expression about someone who earns a little bit of money to feed his family – crust of bread).

Later during the day, when the sun had risen to the zenith and warmed our naked arms – the sleeves were rolled up – we. my friends and I, took our bikes for a ride to the Havel lakes and went for a swim in the still icy water.

The 1st of May was always the start of the most beautiful month in Berlin. Spring was in full swing.

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When I was still living in Berlin as a youngster the First of May always used to be a beautiful day. A cold night preceded a sunny day with blue sky all over the city. The trams were decorated with fresh green from the Birch trees and they carried the flag of Berlin with the little bear.

Of course, there used to be the rallies organised by the Unions for the rights and a better life for the workers. A couple of times I joined my mother and her colleagues from the post office and we marched through the still bombed out city. Nobody thought of torching the few cars that were parking on the side of the road. There might have been the odd three-wheeled Tempo who belonged to someone who had to earn a crust (this is an Australian expression about someone who earns a little bit of…

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  1. https://munirazoom.wordpress.com/about/

    In her ABOUT page Munira writes:

    “This blog is an attempt to chronicle the history of my parents. I have always been fascinated by their stories of bygone days, and I’m afraid I’ll forget them unless I write them down. The picture that presents itself is of a pre-Partition subcontinent, a place in India fondly remembered by my father as the setting of his childhood, and my mother’s hometown in Pakistan, the city by the sea that my father migrated to and settled in.

    It is also a picture of the times they lived in, the 40’s, the 50’s and the 60’s, a deeply nostalgic time for them both, when life-changing events happened and their futures were set in stone.

    It is going to be an educational experience for me, since I plan to delve deeper into history and geography as I listen to their stories, to get some context and atmosphere into the verbal picture. I’m going to throw myself into this project with passion, and hope interested readers will enjoy the journey as much as I know I will,,,,”

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