jess wrote:
I'm intrigued. Can you say more about this topic?
Maybe not present the topic as such. It usually starts when I'm in an area that has fundamentally changed from my childhood in ways that no other city could have changed and people take an interest in that place. Like two months ago when I had friends visiting from the US and I was showing them around.
For example, there is a large, central park area with a very broad straight street running all the way through it from east to west. The road is centuries old and eventually became as big and busy as it is today almost a hundred years ago.
Naturally, there is a lot of traffic there today; it's one of the arteries of the inner city. Only, there wasn't in the Eighties. When I was a teenager, the main access was from a big traffic circle in the west. A university campus lies to the left and right. Once you were past it, there was a canal running perpendicular to the street and a "gate" which was two colonnade-like stone erections on both sides of the street. One of them had been moved to the side to make way for the broad street.
Beyond that gate, things got very, very quiet. There was a flea market on weekends, but not much traffic. To the south, on your right the park area already started and to the north was just one large government-style building, set back a bit and you never saw anyone going in or out or open up a window.
Not far beyond the gate and large building, a train viaduct runs perpendicular to the street, but there were never any trains. Most cars coming from the west would turn north at the viaduct, so once you pressed on east under the tracks you were inside the park with that very broad street but basically no traffic at all.
To me, riding there with my bicycle it felt like entering a stage area. At the end of the stage, there was a gazebo and a backdrop, but as you got closer to it, you reached the end of the stage area. The gazebo looked less and less impressive, the closer you got. The backdrop was still only a backdrop, not a part of the city even though it looked like buildings from afar. And it literally was the end of the city. You could go north or south or go back the way you came, but the street, the very broad street had come to an end. Like swimming up to the rear glass pane in an aquarium.
Some cities are surrounded by mountains or they end at a cliff, but this one is flat. Still, it had a defined edge, an end to the stage. Most of you will have guessed that the gazebo is the famous Brandenburg Gate.