As the week progressed so too did the bags under everybody’s eyes get progressively heavier. The Talent Campus concluded on the Thursday with a closing ceremony (complete with confetti) and a party to put every other one to shame, held in the Berlinale Palast, the premiere screening venue of the festival.
As I stepped into the building and looked out at the vast expanse of dancing people, live band, buffet dinner, and open bar, I truly wondered if I had it in me for another party. About five minutes later, reaching for a beer, I knew I did. Cut to 4am and it was a terrific end to a terrific week.
The greatest thing of all, though, was the fact that I still had two days in Berlin to do something other than take in the festival. On my last day in Berlin I got to enjoy simply walking around the city with a German friend, exploring hidden nooks and crannies and seeing a side of the city vastly different from the insanity of the Berlinale. Of particular interest was the art center “Tacheles”, housed in the ruins of an old factory building at the heart of the old Jewish quarter. The word “Tacheles” is a Yiddish word (used in Hebrew too) which means to speak clearly and to the point. And with graffiti from head to toe, a warren of individual artist studios, a café, and even a garden, there was no beating around the bush here. Wandering around this space, with is hardcore attitude to art, it seemed an appropriately down to earth end to a wild and wonderful week.
And that was it. Time was up. So after winding down the evening in the Wombats bar, I headed to bed and to grab a couple of hours of sleep before the long trip home.
The following day I was supposed to fly from Berlin to Amsterdam, then continue on directly to LA. My flight out of Berlin was delayed after someone on the plane was overcome with a fear of flying and demanded to be let off. The crew agreed, but then not only had to remove the offending passengers luggage, but ask all passengers to disembark while they searched the plane. To cut a long story short, I was two hours late in arriving in Amsterdam, missing my connection and having to be diverted. Which is why I’m now on a plane to Minneapolis.
I’ve never been to Minneapolis. Isn’t that where people talk funny?
I am home.
I long for sleep.
I can write no more.