Dusk. Black wires stretched over our heads and we looked up trying to follow the paths to their origins. On the sides of the open area on the roof of the “Münster Theater” we found buttons on the ends of dangling wires. Pressing one of them meant setting off church bells others triggered other sounds. Sometimes it was difficult to differentiate between the sounds of the outside world or the noise created by the installation we were standing in.
We set off into the city at about 8 and as the bakers hadn’t opened yet, we had a closer look at the obelisk. While I was trying to show Opa how to take photos with my camera (and getting him to photograph me), a man with a bucket cleaned vomit off the side of the obelisk. Someone had obviously had a little bit too good of a time the previous night.
After lunch, we decided to head down to the Old Post Station aka the “Neue Neue Galerie”. The queue in front of the building was so long we gave up on that idea and returned to the Friederichsplatz.