In the silence is inherent
a wonderful power of observation,
clarification,
concentration on the essentials.
(D. Bonhoeffer)
I found these words in Berlin.
At the end of Unter den Linden a group of Portuguese university was performing in a concert of road made of happy songs and unconventional to the sound of guitars and tambourines. A large group of spectators cheered loudly. Voices, sounds, laughter and cheerful comments. Cars, bicycles and pedestrians.
Two Steps over the band opened the Brandenburg Gate. In the left a souvenir shop. On the opposite side of a door and a plate of anonymous words: "Raum der Stille in Berlin," Room of Silence as saying in Berlin.
A room of silence in the heart of a European city?
pushing the door is drawn to a wall with inscriptions in different languages \u200b\u200bthat call for silence. Other steps and even a door. A room with three rows of seats wrapped in gloom. Two pillows on the floor. Heavy curtains filter the light of the one window. A tapestry illuminated by a single bright spot on the opposite wall. And the silence.
A profound silence, heavy. Almost liquid to immerse. Ear pain trying to prove that suddenly sounds are missing. Who sits for several minutes or seconds. Whoever remains standing and notes with puzzled curiosity.
Then comes the moment and take the road back over the two doors. Finally found his ears habitual world. The air is lighter now.
a wonderful power of observation,
clarification,
concentration on the essentials.
(D. Bonhoeffer)
I found these words in Berlin.
At the end of Unter den Linden a group of Portuguese university was performing in a concert of road made of happy songs and unconventional to the sound of guitars and tambourines. A large group of spectators cheered loudly. Voices, sounds, laughter and cheerful comments. Cars, bicycles and pedestrians.
Two Steps over the band opened the Brandenburg Gate. In the left a souvenir shop. On the opposite side of a door and a plate of anonymous words: "Raum der Stille in Berlin," Room of Silence as saying in Berlin.
A room of silence in the heart of a European city?
pushing the door is drawn to a wall with inscriptions in different languages \u200b\u200bthat call for silence. Other steps and even a door. A room with three rows of seats wrapped in gloom. Two pillows on the floor. Heavy curtains filter the light of the one window. A tapestry illuminated by a single bright spot on the opposite wall. And the silence.
A profound silence, heavy. Almost liquid to immerse. Ear pain trying to prove that suddenly sounds are missing. Who sits for several minutes or seconds. Whoever remains standing and notes with puzzled curiosity.
Then comes the moment and take the road back over the two doors. Finally found his ears habitual world. The air is lighter now.
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