One of the little moments of joy I experienced while in Berlin last year happened near Brandenburg Gate. I was walking through the Tiergarten, after having walked a lot that day. If I recall correctly, my ankles were a bit tired. On vacation, I tend to spend a lot of time on foot, eager for new adventures. On my way toward Brandenburg Gate, I started to hear a sound. It was the song Hallelujah being played softly. A woman's voice was signing in the background. I could hear a guitar.
At that moment, I did not know from where the sound was coming. Whatever direction I previously had was gone. I was determined to find the source of this sound. I let my ears guide me, drawing closer toward Brandenburg Gate. Shortly thereafter, I could see the plaza in front of the monument and knew that is, in that moment, where I was meant to be. The music was getting louder. I felt comforted. I felt in awe that what I found out were two people performing the song in front of a crowd of people. A man and a woman; the man playing the guitar, with precision, and the woman singing.
I crossed the road, approached the plaza, and stood to watch alongside the many other people who were there. Around me were people appreaciating Brandenburg Gate, positioned to my right; others were basking in the melodies played by these two young people. They were in love, travelling to different places to perform music. Song after song, I was delighted. I knew many of them; others were new to me. In that moment, I felt joy. As time passed, the sun was setting. The sky was getting darker, lights from streets were starting to illuminate. The music continued to play. I listened for at least an hour, until they stopped playing. There was a sense of magic in the air that evening.
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