In New Zealand, Easter was always the harbinger of doom. It would be the last swim in the sea before the cold tendrils of winter creeped through the water and made you promise to the ocean that you would not be coming back in for at least 6 months. It signalled the end of summer and all the fun that came with it.
In Berlin, however, Easter brings a moment of hope. Suddenly you have four days to look around you and notice the daffodils popping up everywhere you walk and the blossom starting to appear. Here and there you even get people tentatively sitting outside basking in the sun which has chosen to rear its head again. The wind whispers through the growing baby leaves singing 'Summer is coming... summer is coming.'