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#WARUM!?

In The Art of Travel, 15. Farewells, Berlin by Nathalie Kozak2 Comments

All good things come to an end. It’s the golden rule of our existence. Yet it’s up to us to carry the good, the learned, the new, forward. This semester has been such a process in terms of friendship, growth, independence, and knowledge. The truth is Berlin allowed me to return to something I thought I had lost. At some …

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Scattered heart, scattered homes

In The Art of Travel, 15. Farewells, Berlin by Veda Kamra1 Comment

I keep pushing off writing this post because I’m rather sentimental about leaving. I am going to miss Berlin terribly. I will miss how geographically diverse the city is, for it really has a bit of everything.  I already know it will be bizarre to return to a country where everyone around me is communicating in English, and I will …

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Deutschland is the best land

In The Art of Travel, 14. Tips, Berlin by Nathalie Kozak0 Comments

I would recommend Berlin to anyone. Literally, no matter what kind of person you are, I think you could benefit from coming to Berlin. Personally, after being here for just one week, I felt that a huge pressure lifted off my shoulders. Funny thing is, I didn’t really know there was any pressure until I didn’t feel it anymore. Ever …

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The 411!!!

In The Art of Travel, 14. Tips, Berlin by Veda Kamra0 Comments

I have been recommending this study abroad site since my first week here. I honestly did not know very much about Berlin before I came here, however that was what I wanted out of my study abroad experience. I wanted to go somewhere where I would have to learn everything first-hand, rather than testing the validity of a city’s reputation. …

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What’s so funny?

In The Art of Travel, 13. Third person, Berlin by Veda Kamra1 Comment

Veda is a quirky person. She is willing to do go forth and be adventurous, especially under direction, but she likes to do her own thing. Every now and then she has a more quiet day, however in general, she is happy to participate. Admittedly, her German is rather crude in its pronunciation, however she continues speaking with pauses rather than giving …

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mírate

In The Art of Travel, 13. Third person, Berlin by Nathalie Kozak2 Comments

Why does she move the way she does? What is under all those baggy clothes, and why does it all look like boy’s sweaters? I wonder what lies underneath. I didn’t even know people from Chile could be so blonde and pale, let alone be called Nathalie Kozak. That’s not a Latin name, that’s some Russian kinda shit. I don’t …

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The art student next door

In The Art of Travel, 12. Strangers, Berlin by Veda Kamra2 Comments

My friends and I have found that the NYU bubble is quite difficult to burst, however the occasions on which it is popped are rather memorable. A friend of mine has a mutual friend from New York with a student from a local University here in Berlin, and together we went to the famous street food market Markthalle Neun to …

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M*therf*cker¡¡¡

In The Art of Travel, 11. Travails, Berlin by Nathalie Kozak1 Comment

Chile is a very patriarchal country. As much as I love where I come from, it is undeniable that our society is extremely conservative in regards to both the economy and societal values. I often hear my mom’s friend’s talking about how the new intern at their company is still not married, and the girl is already twenty-five! “Es que …

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where my hom(i)e(s) at?

In The Art of Travel, 11. Travails, Berlin by Veda Kamra1 Comment

I have come to believe that hardship is necessary in life to not only make us appreciate such fond memories with greater strength, but also ends up being a lesson to learn and grow from. Nonetheless, no one enjoys experiencing these rough occasions, during which we struggle to lift ourselves back up without external aid. One of my more difficult …

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Hello, Goodbye Berlin

In The Art of Travel, 10. Books (2), Berlin by Veda Kamra1 Comment

Christopher Isherwood’s Goodbye to Berlin prompted me to reflect most on my relationships here in Berlin. I feel as though I’ve been deeply observing myself and the people around me–more so, perhaps, than I have absorbed my surroundings. In some ways, that’s wonderful, for I’ve learned so much about the people here with me and I’ve developed some wonderful relationships, …

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Memory

In The Art of Travel, 10. Books (2), Berlin by Nathalie Kozak2 Comments

The first time I came to Berlin was March 2016. My host took me to a famous park called Tempelhof, were an abandoned airport still exists. This park is huge, and has very few trees. Imagine an enormous field of grass with a creepy airport on one of its ends. I asked our host to leave, because this place felt …

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A Memorial Understanding of Berlin

In The Art of Travel, 9. Art & Place, Berlin by Veda Kamra2 Comments

Berlin is full of monuments and memorials dedicated to the victims of World War II. All throughout the city, there are structures that serve as visual reminders of the city’s dark past. At other sites around Berlin, museums stand to inform the public of German history in the 20th century. One of the more informative sites I have visited here …

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Bauhaus

In The Art of Travel, 9. Art & Place, Berlin by Nathalie Kozak0 Comments

The first museum I visited in Berlin was the Bauhaus Archive Museum. For those who don’t know, Bauhaus was an important school of architecture, design, and art during the 20th century. When you think of those weirdly geometrical chairs, or those paintings of blue triangles and red squares, you are most likely seeing something Bauhaus inspired. I never really appreciated …

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pop dat

In The Art of Travel, 8. Bubble, Berlin by Veda Kamra1 Comment

The bubble is way too real. I’ve experienced it all throughout high school, sticking to the comfort of its tiny population, and even at NYU, where I often find myself stuck in routines. I value consistency, but I realize I need to break out of the norm and push myself a bit harder. The worst part is that I knew a bubble …