Set in old West Berlin. circa 1974, when the wall was up and the ancient tradition of the Apothecaries still survived in a basement shop along a strasser of Friedrick Wilheim Platz.
The characters are long gone, they only remain in this story..farewell Berlin
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Set in old West Berlin. circa 1974, when the wall was up and the ancient tradition of the Apothecaries still survived in a basement shop along a strasser of Friedrick Wilheim Platz.
The characters are long gone, they only remain in this story..farewell Berlin
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Set in old West Berlin. circa 1974, when the wall was up and the ancient tradition of the Apothecaries still survived in a basement shop along a strasser of Friedrick Wilheim Platz.
The characters are long gone, they only remain in this story..farewell Berlin
kh
Set in old West Berlin. circa 1974, when the wall was up and the ancient tradition of the Apothecaries still survived in a basement shop along a strasser of Friedrick Wilheim Platz.
The characters are long gone, they only remain in this story..farewell Berlin
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West Berlin 1974, Friedrich Wilhelm Platz is a suburb of the grand city that lies between the east and west of Northern Europe. A city famous for art and theatre, a rival to Paris and any other European city for that matter. A very old suburb of five floor buildings and ragged trees that line the boulevards, where basement cellars line the well-worn streets. Across the road from where I lived in a ground floor apartment, down a stone staircase the Apothecarists manned the shop as they had for many generations. Glass jars, a foot or two tall, lined the shelves, filled with dried herbs, long stalks of farmed and collected herbs used for ancient remedial medicines. Physicians, surgeons or in our time, pharmacists and chemists, have used the medical formulas of antiquities, ancient Egypt, Babylon 2600bc, throughout the middle ages to present times. Often I visited the Apothecary to purchase herbs, where behind a thick wooden counter two old, snowy white haired people tended the shop. Looking like the dwarfs out of snow white, they only spoke a very broken English, so pointing became the order of the day, when selecting the herb needed. Heinz, the older apothethist, explained to my Berliner girlfriend Rosemary, how his family had travelled to New Guinea when the Kaiser held the northern part of the island, in the mid late 1800's. They ran a trading post where they exchanged German made plates and tools, for local produce and exotic plants, which they dried and shipped to Germany. Unfortunately, this endeavor was mistaken for witchcraft, and according to local custom they were burnt at the stake. A venture that met a sticky end. This happening was not so unusual, as in England in the Middle Ages, apothecary was linked to witchcraft, and so you got the flaming stake. Whereas in the Germanic lands the practice of developing herbs into medicine, became a factor that propelled the pharmacology trade forward by, leaps and bounds. As I lived across the street, and knowing Rosemary, I moved into her apartment on the third floor, on the corner of Frederick Wilhelm Platz. This was very convenient for the students who lived there as, me being a foreigner, it was easier for me to procure a lease on the property than a German National. They paid the bond and other legalities, so you might say, I became installed as the mascot kangaroo. The Apothecary has long since vanished from Freidreich Willheim Platz, along with the characters, musicians, artist and actors, the endless list that thronged and thrived in the artistic creative atmosphere of post war Berlin. The French, British and American sectors bordered the Eastern Sector, where the infamous wall stood, a sential to oppression and evil. West Berliners waited with baited breath, the Russians were coming! Another conflict loomed on the Strassers of old Berlin, a bastion of socialist belief in an old Germany. Nowadays herbs are sold in packets, from a supermarket shelf. Many modern medicines are synthesized or derived from pure botanical herbs, such as aspirin from willow bark. The past is survived by an intrinsic logic, a world of new technologies and robots.