So I’ve been in Germany a little over three weeks and I am a little chagrined that my first letter from Berlin—actually my first non-comment posting here at EC—is not about something appropriately continental and cutting-edge like, for example, the twentieth annual “Tanz im August” international dance festival (ending 8/31), the exhaustive Man Ray exhibition (closed 8/18) or even the local response to Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight, which opened here last week. No, dear friends, my first dispatch concerns the antics this past evening of a 50-year-old Italian-American relic of the 20th Century, whom I shelled out my hard-earned Euros to watch cavorting half-naked at the same stadium where Jesse Owens (whom I played here in a 1987 Anne Bogart-directed spectacle in honor of the city’s 750th anniversary) upset the Führer so much in 1936. And he was half-naked, too… (Jesse, of course, not Hitler.)
Yes, last night Madonna brought her “Sticky & Sweet” tour to
Berlin’s Olympiastadion. Triumph of the will, indeed.
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