Imagine this — a bright afternoon in Berlin. Tourists snap photos beneath the Brandenburg Gate, children laugh in Pariser Platz, and street musicians play violin under the perfect blue sky. It’s peaceful — until the sound shifts. A distant rumble, low and growing, like a jet but deeper. People turn toward the horizon, confused. Then someone screams. Within seconds, the impossible appears — a wall of dark-blue water racing toward the heart of the city. The filmer’s breath quickens; the camera tre

The statue on top of the Brandenburg Gate isn’t the original 🏛️ ⚡️ The first Quadriga was destroyed during/after WWII 🚩 The Gate was in East Berlin… 🛠️ …but the moulds for the statue lay in West Berlin 🎠 The West made a new Quadriga in 1958 and left it in the road for the Easterner to pick up 💥 They did install it, but they removed the Iron Cross, the symbol of Prussian might 🕊️ and replaced it with a halo, representing peace 🧱 Just a few years later, the Berlin Wall cut off the gate 🍑 I