Sliptag and Niptag

Today was freezing and started with a walk to see the statue of Engels and Marx, I saw this last in 2001. We passed Berliner Dom and went to what we thought was the Pergamon Museum. We walked around hte how museum moaning that we hate museum's with pots. Little did we know that we were in the wrong museum!!! We found out when we were leaving, Issue number 2.

We discovered how much we hate gusts of wind when we walked down the Unter den Linden. We lost the feeling in our cheeks within minutes but I found that I lost the feeling in my bottom lip too! We passed Bebelplatz which was where the burning of the books took place. By the time we got to Checkpoint Charlie we were saying niptag every 2 minutes. Phil bought a Russian hat and then it was time for lunch. The good veggie had a Salami sandwich and regained the feeling in the face and legs.

Issue number 3 was when we went to the Jewish Museum, admitadly it was the thing I insisted we do. Unless you are jewish and very very interested in jewish culture, don't go. It was many many many pictures of jewish people and is ina fantastic building, but dull.

Today's treasure was the 'Story of Berlin', a fantastic museum showing the complete history of Berlin from origin to present day. The first visit was to the nuclear bunker for the 3rd world war that would hold 20,000 people when at that time, there were 2 million people in Berlin. It was on a first come first served basis. What I wanted to know is how much warning are you given???? It was just bizarre. If you came into contact with radiation you were given a shower, not a special shower, just a shower. After 14 days there will be buses waiting outside to take the occupants to a safe place. What went through my mind was 'who drives the bus'? Are all buses immune to radiation? Phil suggested that in case of nuclear attack, people should get on these buses! Bus for china, bus for outer mongolia leaving in 5 minutes/

When Phil is on a mission, nothing can stop him so we had a 40 minute walked in a freezing wind to get to a Bavarian resturant where no english was understood so I did what I do best, be quiet and leave it to Phil to speak. Beetroot soup and horseradish dumplings to start, then Ratatouie and apfel strudel, yummy.