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@ Schloss Charlottenburg

outside view of the palace

details of the palace's gate design

the front yard of the palace with a pond in the middle

the ceiling of one of the room of Queen Sophie Charlotte

another ceiling decoration

saw these two ducks at the pond!

Konstfack at it’s best. The school is pretty large and is right of the T-Bana (Subway Station) at the stop called Telephonplan. The school is actually located in a lively area, but only because of the school itself. Everything is quite close or in walking distance.

The view from room with my basil/mint plant. I haven’t decided which it actually is as the smell is not potent enough to really claim to be one or the other. Another industrial design student, Raul, insists that it is basilika (basil in spanish). The dorm is 2 minutes away from the school and so far it has been a nice walk every morning.

View at night.

We did this crazy workshop on the last day of orientation where we found objects and decided their functions and assemblage. It turned out to be quite unusual and we ended up with strange concepts.

This was also from the workshop (it’s me!).

We're excited to be hosting Fall term exchange students from Berlin University of the Arts (UdK), in Berlin, Germany, and Konstfack, in Stockholm, Sweden.

They are: Anna-Lisa Skoog (Product, Konstfack), Jacqueline Hen (Environmental, UdK), and Jonas Darley (Product, UdK).

This Fall 2012, two Art Center Product Design students, Eliana Feigelstock  and Tetsugaku Sean Sasahara, will be studying at Konstfack University of Arts, Crafts, and Design in Stockholm, Sweden. Congratulations to them both on this great opportunity! Keep up with their activities on our blog.

Last night a friend and I were catching up and walking by the river when we saw a boat pass by with several people on it, singing and having a blast. It seemed like a great time. As the boat passed, we later heard a rustle in the bushes followed by a curious splash. We assumed it was yet another boat. Seconds later we hear more noises and as we look towards the direction of the gurgles and the noise, an older man with a worried look on his face approaches us for help. In German he tells us to call the police and through his pantomiming we understood that someone fell into the river. I asked him what the emergency number was and he told me, in German, hundertzwölf. Because my German is definitely not up to par, I thought he said a hundred then twelve. All of this was happening while we heard, what we thought was an older lady–possibly a grandma, screaming in pain and for help in slurs. Luckily, some concerned civilians who were passing by, stopped and corrected the numbers on my phone. They told the police what happened and where we were and within minutes we heard sirens near by. Then another. Then another. Cop cars after firetrucks after ambulances. One after another, they kept showing up, even after the (fairly young, but drunk) woman was saved. At the end, a firetruck with a boat arrived unnecessarily. A boat. Now I know that if ever I’m in a crisis, I should call 110 and/or 112 (not 10012 and/or 10010) and expect half of Berlin’s cops, ambulances, and firetrucks to help me. Also, firetrucks, here in Berlin, have boats.

DAS IST DA BOAT.