Photo Walk in Berlin Kreuzberg

I wander where the eye of my camera leads to - through moods, happenings and seasons.
Yeah, Berlin, Kreuzberg, that's where we live.

by Wis - Wieslaw Sadurski

Actually I wanted to go to New York, but my fate rendered me shorter way,
I landed in an American sector West-Berlin Kreuzberg.
Unfortunately already at that time, as well as today, I travel without ticket in the bus or tub. Hundred painted canvasses were with me. Something like that you can't take with you on an unpaid trip!
That's why I stayed in Kreuzberg.

And today I am here. Where else should I migrate? Here I have recognized, that All is Everywhere, that place of creation is containing all the other places.

Let's move on then and have a walk together.
From our house we take a left, along the Berlin Wall, which is no longer there, some memories and traces still.

Sheriff Jesus is going to come and put all this in order!

No snow in May.
Only the multitude poplar seeds coming down and landing on grass.

Oranienstrasse is filled with a crowd till the horizon, until the morning;

This girl is standing on the street corner, because she's good-hearted.
Some breads, cheese, salad, caviar on her plate.
Perhaps there is a hungry one somewhere in the night, whom she could feed?
She's waiting in vane.
Boy shouts in her face: - Get gone with your caviar when you've no Champagne!

Veronique shoots my photo by espresso in Cafe Jenseits. Reflection in a window above me is great!
No image manipulation!
That must have been a touch of grace.

All seems to be done - Veronique walking swiftly to see her girlfriends.

I am so brave! I am dancing the first time since my heart stroke (June) with.

and back to Kreuzberg, on the path, which was once a minefield behind the Wall.

Art is everywhere!
Look at these artworks along the path. The strip of land where the Wall once stood is left wild and open for individual expressions.

Steel Fruit ripening under tree.
When I fly to heaven at a sunny day - I use to tie me that ball at my leg - to make my return to you possible once again.

Two lovers take me in their embrace.

Big lady and a little man. She rests there knowing her hip is a horizon for a man.

And here under my window on the other side of the street - artists are working creatively - scholarship holders from many countries.
You see the heaps? Seems it is a rubbish. These are Art Materials!

Scholarship holders, most brilliant brains of the middle class, working at creating a world exhibition titled:
THERE IS NO RUBBISH YOU CAN'T PRODUCE A RUBBISH FROM!

With the passage of time - barbed wire
is eventually engulfed by the plants with the careful knowledge that life is soft
and merciless in the face of steel and weaponry.

With the passage of time, every stair seems to hold its own secret, and climbs to nowhere.
I have been there, I know. Nowhere happens to exists, where aims are no more.

Nowhere is unknown to you, whilst you are in the grip of despair.

Watchtower, a dummy remnant of the Berlin Wall, seems funny with the passage of time.
For many years, such a monster faced my windows, and as I remember, I shivered in disgust, constantly feeling the barrel of a gun was wandering across my back, while I was painting.
The boys up in the tower were busy playing their dirty games.

A dramatic conjecture -
mister Nobody himself crucified that tree in a front of the church.