There's something humbling about standing near the largest remaining sections of the Berlin Wall — and the pieces kept for history.
I remember learning about this years ago, seeing it on TV. Back then it was a story from somewhere else.
But in person, it has a real impact.
The bullet-holed panels kept for history.
You stand there next to the concrete, and the history stops being something you learned about and becomes something you can touch.
The murals stretch along the gallery.
Between the gallery and the wall.
Humbling. That's the only word for it.
Until the next run out — work hard, play hard.