Hyperreal Berlin

Tuesday, November 6th, 2007

Friday will be the 18th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. Not long after the Wall came down (symbolically came down, I should say, as the majority of the actual Wall was still up), my brother went on a school trip to Berlin. He has a picture of himself shaking hands with an East German policeman through a hole in the Wall. The East-meets-West iconicism of the image fascinates me, not least because it’s my own kid brother playing out the scene with the stereotypically mustachioed German guard. It’s a photo that, to me, has come to stand both for a particular period in my own life and for a remarkable period in history.

Today, on Potsdamer Platz, I paid one euro to have my picture taken in front of a fragment of the Wall with a fake East German guard holding an East German flag on a stick. The very charming young man (student? actor? I have no idea) even put on a “serious guard face” for the picture. I think the photo turned out rather well.

I don’t know if I can explain why I felt compelled to have this picture taken (and it really was a compulsion). I’m not sure I understand the motivation myself. I saw the fake “guard” and I thought of that picture of my brother, and the disparity between the two images and experiences stopped me in my tracks. It was like the real fall of the Wall, the real moment of my brother’s handshake, which had previously felt very present and recent to me, suddenly sped away into the distance—or perhaps I suddenly sped forward, landing abruptly in a new reality where there was no frisson whatsoever in an encounter between a smiling young American and a stern-faced German “guard”.

But the thing about this new reality is that it wasn’t a reality at all—it was a fake. My brother had the real experience; my experience was more hyperreal in the Umberto Eco sense of the word. It was a “reincarnation” of history, a fake that seeks to eliminate one’s desire for the reality by apparently improving upon that reality (e.g., “my” guard was young and handsome, and he had a flag). The falsity of the situation is mutually, tacitly, acknowledged, and on some level it must be the very falsity that provides the fascination. Why else have your picture taken with an obviously fake East German guard?

Well, I guess a normal person would just do it for a laugh. Me, I had to start musing on the passage of time and the universal validity (or lack thereof) of the mental images which represent our personal reality. And while I posed willingly for my picture—and indeed laughed while I did so—I have to admit that a large part of me recoiled from the idea of something so personally meaningful to me being knowingly replayed as something so…kitschy.

On the other hand, it’s not as if a picture of me (or anyone else) and a fake East German guard takes something away from the picture of my brother and a real one. If anything, it makes my brother’s experience more real, if that’s possible. Today I traveled not in reality but in hyperreality, in post-modern, post-Wall Berlin.



Your position with regard to "history" is a bit unique…at least for an American. I’ve always felt it’s as if you have one foot in the here and now and one foot in the "what was." I think it’s funny in a way that you felt something so meaningful to you was now transformed…for that one moment…into something so light-hearted. I think the reason you felt the way you did was simply because there was a history for you to go along with what is present day. At least that’s the way I feel at times…but I don’t think I realized it until reading your post. It’s a history that is very much a part of who you are…and were.

Posted by Sillysocks


I, for one, felt the worst part of my visit to Berlin was the throngs of people at Checkpoint Charlie trying to desperately capture a piece of the past and realizing nothing more than the superficial.

While a number of people like Jessica and, of course, those who lived the reality of the Berlin Wall have a true connection to the past, the majority of we "tourists" must depend on recorded history.

Maybe I am too thin skinned but the image of a man-child holding an American or Soviet flag (and obviously not even trying to truely recreate the event) was more a mockery than a memory.

I guess the bottom line to me is if it can’t be done right then let it be and we can simply respect our memories of the events.

Posted by Michael

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