Crumbling before you, swallowed by time and neglect, stand the remnants of Haus 17. This isn’t a glamorous palace or a meticulously preserved monument. Haus 17 is a whisper of a past almost forgotten, a silent testament to the destructive power of war and the relentless march of time. You might easily mistake it for just another pile of rubble, a casualty of the bombs that rained down upon Potsdam in April 1945. But look closer. These broken stones, these shattered walls, once housed lives, dreams, and stories. They witnessed the grandeur of Potsdam’s rise and the tragedy of its near destruction. Though time has robbed Haus 17 of its former glory, it cannot erase the memories held within these fragmented walls. For those who know how to listen, Haus 17 whispers tales of resilience, of a city reborn from ashes, a testament to the enduring spirit of Potsdam.
Центральный дом работников искусств
Step through the grand wooden doors of the Central House of the Workers of Art, and you’ll be transported to