Today I watched a film called Berlin. Obviously a large portion of the movie plays in the capital of Germany. It was weird to see all those streets and spots on a big theater screen, because they looked unmistakably German. Some of them I even remember having been to. But the main surprise to me was how the little things caught my attention, for example, pavements or phone booths, the way people look.
It strongly reminded me of not being there anymore. When the credits came up and the lights in the theater lit up again I realized where I was. For a moment I wasn't too sure. It's funny how the visual impacts of a two-hour screening can influence your psyche. It made me think about my family and friends back home. I walked out of the cinema and was distracted. I felt like I'm being a terrible son, a lousy pal.
A honking car woke me up. I regained some consciousness and grew aware of the fact that I wasn't alone. I looked around and saw my friends, one of them from Germany, too. I wondered if he felt the same way, but I didn't dare to ask him. Until we parted ways I didn't think about it at all. We talked about the film and had a few good laughs. Only when I was waiting for the subway it hit me again. I miss Germany.
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