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musical-suicide · 10 months
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tempest-melody · 7 months
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Berlin: Reichstag Building
Keltin is a huge history nerd and one of the things that he particularly wanted to do in Berlin was to tour the Reichstag building or more specifically the dome. This is an actively used government building that houses the German Parliament. It is free to visit but visitors do have to pre-register and bring their ID for verification when visiting. Pre-WWII (VERY) Brief History Construction on…
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dlyarchitecture · 11 months
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sigalrm · 11 months
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Gebt dem deutschen Volke Bagger
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Gebt dem deutschen Volke Bagger by Pascal Volk
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travelella · 1 year
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Reichstag Building (Reichstagsgebäude), Berlin, Germany.
Source: @journey.tom on Instagram
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tim-pixel · 2 years
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📍Berlin Reichstag 🇩🇪 #reichstag #berlin #nacht #deutschland #photography #fotos #iphone13 #abenteuer #hauptstadt #instagram #politik #reichstagsgebäude #reichstagbuilding #building (hier: Berlin Reichstag) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChSdqKpqLTs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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viatravelers · 2 years
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Berlin is a city that never sleeps, but it’s also one of the most popular travel destinations in Europe! The city center of Berlin is where you’ll find most of the main sights, like the Brandenburg Gate and the Reichstag building.
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coolpointsetta · 9 months
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my personal headcanons (not really founded in any canon events i just think they’re neat)
- isaac has only sisters and has picked up habits from them. most common: when he’s searching for something, he always grabs his moobs
- everyone else has picked up the habit, so whenever someone loses something in the locker room they all grab their moobs and search
- moe is banned from the reichstag building in germany (nobody knows why and nobody dares ask how)
- dani collects squishmellows, brings a different one to each away game
- jan and richard have keys to each others places and it’s not a surprise if they come home and the other is eating their snacks
- thierry sleep talks, the team has a running challenge to see who can make him say the craziest shit before he walks up
- beard can (and frequently does) sleep standing up, scares the shit out of everyone
- rene (sewer man) knows the underground, but somehow will the kitman found a way into the building through the vents
- moe got an online certification to be ordained, whenever the team drinks he always tries to marry people off
- roy’s got his yoga moms, and jamie’s in a book mom club. they meet every sunday and read anything from hardcore porn to the classics
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chrisjohndewitt · 2 months
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West Berlin 1980. The Reichstag building had been restored after World War II, but had no government function at this date. It housed a permanent exhibition on German history, and a restaurant for visitors and tourists. The Berlin Wall ran directly behind it, which can just be seen on the right in my photograph.
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scamkiller49406 · 2 months
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Dr. Bright and Dr. Clef raise the [REDACTED] flag over the Reichstag building, 1945, partially colorized.
P.S. Let the schizoposting begin!
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andmaybegayer · 3 months
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it took until exactly halfway through the Reichstag audio tour for them to proudly proclaim that the heat source for the building is good clean biodiesel. Germany!
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On this day, 9 November 1918, in Berlin, the workers and soldiers of German’s capital delivered the death blow to the Kaiser regime. The previous night, members of an illegal group of revolutionary workers, the Revolutionary Stewards, had called for a general strike in the capital. At 8 AM thousands took to the streets, some carrying weapons, others signs declaring: Peace, Freedom, Bread, Socialism. The government ordered the military to stop the uprising, but by 10:15 am almost all regiments in the city took the side of the people. More and more people marched towards the government area. Soldiers threw their weapons into the Spree river. With no word from the Kaiser in Belgium, the Chancellor Max von Baden handed over his job to Friedrich Ebert, the head of the Social Democratic Party (SPD). Ebert’s first official act was signing a flyer in which he urged the “fellow citizens” to leave the streets and go home. Ignoring his message, thousands surrounded the police headquarters. When the anti-war activist Emil Eichhorn knocked at the door to ask the authorities to hand over the building, the police threw their pistols and sabres into the courtyard and left. The demonstrators then freed 650 political prisoners and raised a red flag from the roof. The SPD politician, Philipp Scheidemann, learned that Karl Liebknecht, the revolutionary, planned to declare a socialist republic. So at 2 pm, Scheidemann proclaimed at the Reichstag a “Social Republic.” At 4:30 pm, Liebknecht declared a “Free Socialist Republic.” A few hours later, he was invited to join the new government but he declined, instead demanding “All power to the Workers’ Councils.” While Ebert formed a government, the Revolutionary Stewards had other plans: to establish a republic of councils. In our online store we have a book with more info about the Revolution, and it's also celebrated by our T-Shirt of the Month, made by a workers coop: https://shop.workingclasshistory.com/collections/all/german-revolution https://www.facebook.com/workingclasshistory/photos/a.296224173896073/2130274113824394/?type=3
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dlyarchitecture · 1 year
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pr0pagand4-style · 4 months
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A 1937 anti-Bolshevik Nazi propaganda poster. The translated caption: "Bolshevism without a mask – large anti-Bolshevik exhibition of the NSDAP Gauleitung Berlin from 6 November to 19 December 1937 in the Reichstag building".
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riotouseaterofflesh · 30 days
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You can wave a white flag; you can be an old woman or a newborn baby or someone else who visibly poses no threat whatsoever; you can be an Israeli hostage calling for help—if they see you, they will try to kill you. The five-month massacre in Gaza is not collateral damage, or an unfortunate side effect of the war against Hamas. There is no war against Hamas. Just this. The only military objective is to kill piano teachers and poets.
What I find really unbearable, though, what sticks in my throat like a clammy marble of rage, is the combination of mass murder and smugness. Israeli soldiers keep filming themselves committing smug atrocities. There’s one video I can’t stop thinking about: not even close to the worst thing the IDF has done, but maybe the most galling. An Israeli soldier stands in the ruins of a classroom in Gaza. He pulls a framed certificate off the wall and smashes it. He takes the time to erase the lessons from the chalkboard. Big man! How brave, this soldier encrusted in body armour and grenades! How heroically you defend yourself against a room where young children learn to read! But that really is exactly what he thinks. He thinks he’s being brave. Standing up against the oppressors of the Jewish people. Refusing to walk meekly into the gas chambers. He even writes it on the now-erased board: עם ישראל לא לפחד; the people of Israel aren’t afraid. Elsewhere Israeli soldiers posed in Gaza’s parliament building, grinning like they’d just taken the Reichstag. What a victory! This murderous ratissage into a city that’s been under Israeli occupation their entire lives, and their parents’ entire lives too. Then they planted dynamite around the building and blew it up. The entire country is mad off this stuff, and I do mean mad: saucer-eyed, loony. Israel’s foreign ministry shrieks like a funeral drunk whenever any government dares to raise an objection to its killing spree. Spain is Hamas! Ireland is ISIS! The whole world is made of Hitler! They also think they’re being brave. A lonely voice for justice. Confronting a cruel world with its complicity. At the Kerem Shalom crossing, protesters draped in the Israeli flag dance and sing and block aid shipments from entering Gaza. More famine! More disease! More stillborn children! They think they’re being brave too. The arctic glint of righteousness in their eyes. Even the more liberal sectors of Israeli society are getting in on it. Someone who was in Tel Aviv recently told me that most liberal Israelis don’t really have the emotional bandwidth at the moment to care too much about Palestinian suffering. They know what’s happening just down the coast from Tel Aviv, but it doesn’t register. They’re still in shock after October 7th, still worried sick for the hostages, still mourning the dead. It’s too early to worry or mourn for anyone else. The person who told me this didn’t think this Zone of Interest-style sociopathy was a bad thing. He didn’t understand why I found it so hideous. In a way, it’s also brave. It takes courage to let yourself really feel what you’re feeling, to sit with your grief, to admit that you hurt. It takes courage to be so emotionally complex. Not like the barbarians on the other side of the fence.
This madness is not limited to Israel. Everyone remembers being bullied at school. Even celebs, film stars, supermodels, beautiful and charismatic people, all seem to have had a hard time of it when they were kids. Some people build the entire foundation of their adult life on having been bullied as a child. You were such a misfit, you were so interesting and different… But nobody seems to remember being the bully, and I promise you that at some point in your life, you were also the bully. I certainly was. I couldn’t comprehend the senseless sadism of the kids who’d gang up on me, back when I was seven years old with dyspraxia and a speech impediment. What had I ever done to them? How could anyone bear to be so cruel? But somehow, all that stuff went out the window as soon as I encountered anyone lower down the totem pole than I was. My cruelty wasn’t senseless. Other people had been cruel to me, which made me a victim: anything I did was, by definition, fighting back, being brave. After all I’d been through, didn’t I deserve to experience the joys of power? Just a little? As a treat?
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traveltash · 1 year
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If walls could speak
If walls could speak
When the German Empire was founded in 1871, a decision was made to build a building to house the parliament that was to govern the newly formed country. Like so many grand projects, it took its time to decide, plan and then execute such a construction project. It took 23 years in total and in 1894 the Reichstag was formally opened. From the outside, only the obscured glass dome indicates the…
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