A symphony in gray… Köln

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It wasn’t the best of  days to visit Köln. The sky was overcast, its grayness blanketing the stones of the city. The cold ruthlessly penetrating my body, keeping comfort as elusive as the wind. Maybe that is how Köln is supposed to be experienced. I could not bring myself to imagine myself experiencing Köln in any different way. It brought me to experience the materiality of Köln, the stone that which was molded into massiveness of the Dom, into the severity of the Romanesque churches, into the immaculate patterns of cobbles that made each fallen autumn leaves stand out as flaming feathers. Anyone who comes to Köln, first meets the Dom – its massiveness unfathomable. One wonders if it is the radiance of the bluish gray stone of the Dom that paints the city in a hue that makes it memorable.

Words will fail me if I, even as mush as, try to describe the experience that was Köln. It is a symphony in shades of gray. Köln could not be  experienced better if not on a cold and gray overcast day. It is this climatic atmosphere which compliments the atmosphere of the place. The place molded by the severity of stone. Maybe I was in the best of the days in Köln. The day in which Köln was meant to be seen.

But I can see how unjust I am in being unable to fully express the experience of that day. But how could I if it all is as fleeting as it were in a dream? I feel ill-equipped to tackle these experiences !

 

Köln, 28 October 2015

 

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All I could remember was a dream …

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Words, photographs, sketches will all fall hopelessly short of trying to describe this place. Maybe I wasn’t even there. Maybe it was a dream I had. Maybe it was a place that you could only be in your dreams. All I could remember of the place were those soft lights reflected like a million little lanterns in the cobblestones that were caressed all day long by the soft drizzle.  The twisting streets that took me through unanswered doors. The streets lit softly by the windows that offer a peep into the unassuming household making art out of everyday objects. The incessant sound of people gaily conversing which the air carried, an alley explored to find a cozy restaurant that’s tucked in its compactness. Fairies walking the streets, couples holding hands softly, the sound of hard footsteps echoing trough the cobbled street and the hidden gardens set silently along the canal’s edge. I was like a ghost, wandering silently lest I should disturb this harmony. A girl as fair as an angel tying her bike to those finely crafted bridges; a person hurrying into the alley to join some friend after work; a couple contemplating the display on a shop closed for the day imagining some wonderful future. Fleeting emotions that will haunt me on many a silent nights.

Maybe it was all a dream! Maybe I never moved an inch from my bed!

Utrecht, 07 november 2015