In 1964, in the heart of the city of Dhaka, Tridib is brutally murdered. He is a main character in Amitav Ghosh’s renowned novel The Shadow Lines. His death, along with many others, comes with what is known today as the East Pakistan riots. Recently, India and Pakistan have seen a tremendous escalation in riots
► Monday, October 3rd: Day of German Reunification Celebrations End your long weekend by participating in Berlin’s 26th anniversary of the German Reunification – which followed the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 – at the huge street festival by the Brandenburg Gate. Not only will you get to take part in cheerful and celebratory atmosphere of a very important
► Monday, September 26th: Golem! The myth of the Golem – a monstrous artificial life form – has been an inspiration to a wide range of cultural narratives and has shaped the way in which topics such as: man-made creation vs. divine creation, power and, redemption, are thought about. This exhibition traces the historical and cultural
On behalf of Bard College Berlin’s very own student-driven blog, Die Bärliner, I would like to extend a warm welcome to all new and returning students and faculty! My name is Margarethe Hattingh. I will be serving as editor of Die Bärliner for the 2016-2017 academic year, taking over from David Kretz who graduated in
Liberal arts students and graduates might be comforted by the claims in recent years that their degrees might not be as “useless” as they thought (or were told) they would be. The discourse around the demand for liberal arts graduates in the workforce especially revolves around hi-tech companies. It is skills such as “critical thinking,
This piece originally appeared on Public Seminar. Republished with their kind permission. Ever since the dust began to clear after what President Hollande rightfully called “the horror” of Friday night, my media consumption — yes, especially my Facebook feed (constantly refreshed with reflections from Public Seminar) — has mostly consisted of two things: (1) people,
In little rooms stacked like blocks, lining the pristine streets, they wait. Eyes big as street lights shine from their heads, heavy with anticipation, swaying side to side under the weight of waiting. Small bursts of excitement leave their lips like barks. Nervous bones lead to pacing and strange habits.