WELLS SCHOLARS PROGRAM NEWSLETTER 5
stepping on. In my head I would piece
together the broken pieces of the wall
and picture what it used to be and
represent. To think that people on
dierent sides of the wall lived
completely dierent lives in terms of
their freedoms is unimaginable. No
more than a couple of hundred
meters dened who was oppressed
and who wasn’t.”
Likewise, Belle Chatpunnarangsee
found memories, both good and bad,
engraved in the very walls of Berlin or
into the ground, like the famous
stumbling stones, bronze-covered
blocks sunk into the ground inscribed
with the names of victims of the
Holocaust who had lived there.
Inadvertently, she found herself
comparing Berlin with her native
Bangkok. “In many ways Berlin was
Bangkok’s sister, reminding me of the
brilliant and warm days I spent back
home last summer. They share many
traits—the busy roads, fast-paced
pedestrians, and the convenient
public trains that run straight through
the heart of the city. However, the two
cities are also quite dierent. Berlin
tends to be more multilingual, as
French, Arabic, Spanish, and Portu-
guese are languages often heard in
the streets. Also, the colors are
dissimilar. Bangkok boasts sleek and
tall skyscrapers behind bright blue,
green, and orange street vendor carts
that populate the city like ies around
a slab of meat. In Berlin, the colors
are paler and carry pastel-like tones.
They blend seamlessly with the calm
blue sky.”
Anastasia Spahr especially appreci-
ated seeing the graves of the com-
poser-siblings Fanny and Felix
Mendelssohn on the Dreifaltigkeits-
friedhof near the IU Gateway, where
we met daily for lectures and discus-
sion. She was intrigued by the grati
on the houses, which she saw as
evidence of a modern consciousness
inscribing itself on the past, as a way
of reclaiming older buildings built by
people who didn’t own them and
probably weren’t adequately com-
pensated for their labor. Leyla Fern
King wrote that there was “something
uniquely strange about walking
around a place that isn’t yours and
only hearing a language that isn’t
yours.” But she decided that that was
the beauty inherent in traveling: “For
a brief period, you get to step into the
shoes of someone else and play
pretend, saying ‘Danke’ to a waiter,
laughing when someone assumes we
know German.” At the same time,
Berlin was so much more diverse
than she originally thought: “Each
stutter, each tumble, each falter
brings me one step closer to a Berlin
that is mine, a Berlin that belongs to
many with my name somewhere on
the list,” a Berlin where people spoke
Arabic or Spanish on the train, where
people she saw on the street had a
similar skin color to hers.
Scholars were particularly intrigued,
by our excursion to Potsdam, a city
about an hour south of Berlin, where
Frederick the Great built his summer
palace, Sanssouci, to which he soon
added other palaces. Scholars were
both entranced and repulsed by the
Prussian King’s need for opulence.
Meghan Rafoth liked the King’s music
room (Frederick the Great was an
accomplished musician who wrote
more than two hundred compositions
for the ute): “The ceiling is what I
loved most about it. It had gold
designs all around that looked like
leaves and vines, and in the center of
the ceiling where the chandelier hung
down there was a giant golden
spiderweb.” Belle was wondering if
Frederick himself paid attention to
the designs he commissioned.
Noticing how the King’s ute and the
pianoforte were located under the
chandelier, she asked herself “if the
performers or the monarch himself
had observed the way the clear
chandelier reects the piano keys
being top-danced upon by nimble
ngers.” She imagined a picturesque
scene, the sounds of music accompa-
nied “by the clinking of teacups and
the occasional light chuckle.” At the
same time, she was also haunted by
thoughts of exploitation: “Who built
these palaces? And whose life, envi-
ronment, and homes were impacted
by the extravagance of Frederick the
Great’s countryside palaces?”