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 A particularly unforgettable moment tied to this place was one July evening in 2002. The weather was unusually bad for mid-July, with occasional rain showers and gusty wind. My girlfriend, a handful of old friends, and I sat on the grassy area north of the cathedral with a hundred or so others, drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, and listening to the concert of French electronica/dream-pop duo *Air*, from afar, the music drifting across the park from the *Museumsinsel Festival* just a few hundred meters away. Their music had played a crucial role in all of our late coming-of-age. I recall letting myself get caught in a gripping swell of *Air*'s [ethereal soundscape](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpahYJ7UpP4), the music building tension in complete synchronicity with the increasingly violent bursts of wind tearing through the chestnut trees, swaying them in a dance to the beats, carrying hundreds of leaves into the sky and sending them spiraling around the oxidized copper tips of the cathedral’s towers. The harmony between the elements felt so perfectly choreographed that people in the little park began clapping and raising their voices in spontaneous joy.
 
-Several years later, on a late summer evening, crossing the *Lustgarten* with my iPod on, emotionally shaken and lost in anxious thought after the end of a five-year relationship, insecure and afraid of what lay ahead, I found myself suddenly transported back to that moment. The gritty big-band horn hook of [The Prodigy’s "Stand Up"](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8axq-EVyhTw) faded into my consciousness when something in the sky caught my eye. Above the cathedral that was glowing in the orange light, an enormous flock of thousands of birds was murmurating. Just as the track's breakbeat and fuzzy bassline kicked in, building toward the first drop, the fluid mass of birds shape-shifted into a tongue-like wave spiraling upward. The convergence of image, sound, and my own fragile emotional state hit me with such force that tears sprang to my eyes and I had to sit down. It was a moment of simultaneous grief and breathtaking joy, instantly echoing that evening with *Air* years earlier, and I lay down on a stone bench and kept watching the birds, the track on loop, for I don’t know how long, crying, desperately trying to hold on to the moment for as long as possible.
+Several years later, on a late summer evening, crossing the *Lustgarten* with my iPod on, emotionally shaken and lost in anxious thought after the end of a five-year relationship, insecure and afraid of what lay ahead, I found myself suddenly transported back to that moment. The gritty big-band horn hook of [The Prodigy’s "Stand Up"](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8axq-EVyhTw) faded into my consciousness when something in the peach colored sky caught my eye. Above the cathedral that was glowing in the evening light, an enormous flock of thousands of birds was murmurating. Just as the track's breakbeat and fuzzy bassline kicked in, building toward the first drop, the fluid mass of birds shape-shifted into a tongue-like wave painting a black-speckled upward spiral into the orange sky. The convergence of image, sound, and my own fragile emotional state hit me with such force that tears sprang to my eyes and I had to sit down. It was a moment of simultaneous grief and breathtaking joy, instantly echoing that evening with *Air* years earlier, and I lay down on a stone bench and kept watching the birds, the track on loop, for I don’t know how long, crying, desperately trying to hold on to the moment for as long as possible.