In the grand tradition of young mopes in Europe, I began taking walks. Whenever I got lost or confused, I would find the TV tower to orient myself. This had the effect of reconfiguring me spiritually as well. The Fernsehturm’s strangeness forced me to think about the conditions that led the G.D.R. to stake a big, shiny claim in the middle of town. In relation to that history, my problems were made minuscule.
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