Last summer I traveled to Berlin for a couple weeks for work. It was shortly after the tragic Orlando nightclub shooting, and many of the western world’s cultural monuments were lit in the colors of the rainbow.
I was traveling on my own and had nowhere in particular to be. So on June 18, I wandered out of my AirBnB, onto the subway, and headed toward Berlin’s famous monument.
When I arrived, many folks were already there. Berlin felt like a pride parade and a funeral, all at once. People cried, hugged, laughed, cheered.
As the sun began to set, the crowd broke into a rendition of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” At the end of the song, the gate’s sandstone shone with the colors of the rainbow.
It was a powerful moment of solidarity, not soon forgotten.