Talking to the Walls

I had never talked to the walls before that day. But one cold morning in Berlin I stood in front of an ordinary wall with a mural painted on it and spoke to it. It told me a myriad of stories that it had heard from many visitors seen for itself been told by the walls nearby and had heard from the skies above. I listened intently and I vowed to tell these incredible tales to the world. Over the following months I endeavoured to retell them as best I could from what I could remember and how I heard them told. It took hours hunched over a notepad with pen in hand dozens of ink cartridges hundreds of cups of coffee and endless frustration and work but eventually I told as much as I could. And so I present them to you dear reader so that you may feel them as I did standing on German streets talking to the walls.