I didn´t expect a natural phenomenon to happen right in the middle of Berlin. But so it did. Here´s how and how it turned out to be a great metaphor for social action in the net. Tired from a not so thrilling conference I walked along the river Spree towards the massive Bundeskanzleramt – Angie Merkels White House, if you want. I stopped where the huge walls of the building run into one cone end. Pretty impressive by its own, I soon figured crows flying from left to right through the vast circular holes of the walls.
(ok, due to my lack of proper English to express architectural shapes, let me give you an impression. This is quite like where I stood, to the right comes the cone end and clearly to see, there´s those big built-in holes)
Maybe it was the sleepiness that tuned my brain to gamma-waves, but it was one of those moments that might appear ordinary for any other person, but pretty special to you being in the right mood for „seeing things“. So crows came from left to right and right to left flying through that hole as if they were making fun of the million and kilo heavy, grey design monster. „Kra, kra“. Alright. I walked on. More „kra, kra, kra“ above my head and I saw them flying across the top edge of the building. Arrows of black, not too fast, rather floating. The „flap, flap, flap“ of their wings came to it. I sat down. I saw them building dark clouds over at the other side of the river. I bended backwards over the bench, looking straight into the sky. „Kra, flap, kra“. It just did not stop. They did not stop. Ever more lines of crows flew over that roof edge and darkened the sky. I don´t give you a stupid crow photo from flickr here, imagine just the biggest accumulation of birds possible – that´s what it was.
I began trying to figure out a plan behind their flight direction. Who was leading? Who had the idea to settle on that tree across the river, so many now, that the tree carried far more load than it had with its leaves back in summer? Inside the stream of birds were outliers, mini flocks doing their for a short span of time, yet keeping connected to the whole. Now, the thing about staring in the sky or staring at anything is that people join you, because they don´t want to miss the show. Two other guys, according to their style coming from the same conference, stopped and watched with me. Their smiles and shaking heads told me that I wasn´t the only freak seeing something rare in this. The swarm left the tree (it were far too many for one tree, so some sat on trees nearby or kept circling the center). Again, if they wouldn´t have looked all the same, I might have been able to figure out the boss of that armada. Nope.
A picture that hang in an office on a total different occasion a few days after publishing…