with less than two weeks left, we’ve made it just about as west as our trip will take us. we’re staying at our friend Martin’s place (certainly significant in his own right in the documentary world as the producer of Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus).
since recreating our version of leni’s triumph of the will in Nurnberg last week, we’ve met up with ron holloway in berlin, visited an island of cyclists in holland, got swept up in the contagious excitement of honor hager about radio astronomy and merging generations of media in newcastle-on-the-tyne and discussed the power of and necessity for video activism with franny armstrong, of McLibel fame, here in london.
[a funnily enough side mention: german and dutch were much easier to understand than plain old english as it was spoken in northern UK.}
in any case, somewhere amidst all those fun people and places we visited the Dachau concentration camp memorial site. Dachau was sort of the model for all the subsequent camps (it oppened in 1933 for crying out loud). not officially an extermination camp, but chilling and thought provoking all the same, as you’d imagine.
to see a variation of these updates in photo format carry on. otherwise, cheerio.
also, i keep forgetting, did i mention that i’m running away to iceland?