My wintry wandering this year took me to a city, not primarily of painters, poets or prophets but of businesses, industries, and traders. I tried to feel the pulse of the city and ended up with happy vibes brimming with the beauty of a different kind. History draped houses, canals, lakes, and a large port give this city a unique character that settles comfortably into one’s memory and steps forth like old pals at the mention of Hamburg, the Hanseatic harbor city.
Category: UNESCO World Heritage Sites
I simply love walking through the squares of European cities. Architectures, sculptures, fountain, cafes, people, discussions, demonstrations, open shows, street performances, etc., are often part of such squares. A vibrant atmosphere which can instantly energize any soul. Painters, musicians, dancers, stunt men add an extra charm to such esplanades. One can feel the beating heart of the city while taking a stroll on European squares. They are always buzzing and brimming with life.
As promised in my previous post, today I will try to gather some courage to write about the inexplicable journey of thousands of prisoners through the tragic road of death in Auschwitz Concentration Camp under the leadership of Adolf Hitler. Before entering the road of death which leads to the gas chamber where mercy and justice had been murdered million times, we came across this note!
8th May, 2015 marked the 70th anniversary of the end of world war II. 70 years have passed, but the word “war” is omnipresent. Now, we have more technically advanced weapons to destroy humans and humanity! Did we progress? Before we answer this question to ourselves, let’s remember the famous quote.
Time always has a profound influence on my thoughts which eventually proliferates through my writings. I feel, when time walks with us, everything blooms and when it leaves us, we see the ruins.
In the early morning of 25th December, we caught a train from Florence towards Pisa – a city famous for its leaning tower.
The description of Pompeii as a world heritage site, an ancient Roman city in southern Italy would fall short if its existence near the doorstep of Mount Vesuvius– the infamous volcano is not mentioned.
It was a quiet holiday morning in a small town surrounded by lush green mountains on one side and a beautiful lake on the other. I was taking a stroll through the bending roads. The calmness of the road was occasionally broken by the sound of chirping birds. It was not chilling cold, but I had to put on a light jacket. The cloud covered sky was waiting for the raindrops. The brightly colored triangular shaped houses were enhancing the charm.