Early Sunday morning, I walked in the snow to the other side of Berlin (this huge city!) to say hello to Jeremy Sherr where he was giving a seminar for German doctors. In the evening, Jacqueline Bergink (the sister of a Dutch homeopath,who is one of the volunteers who carries on with Walks in the Netherlands) hosted me.
She took me on a walk  in the woods the next day, which start opposite her house, and  she showed me where the Berlin Wall used to be. This part of town is still Berlin but has more lakes and woods than what we would call a nature reserve. There were two intakes in the afternoon, so we had a bottle of wine and a lady’s evening afterwards. The next days were filled with visits in town, ‘highlights’, known and unknown streets, courtyards, shops and coffee houses. It was misty, cold and grey and no town is at its best under those conditions. But somehow it seems one has to live in Berlin to share the enthusiasm of the inhabitants because for the visitor it doesn’t look very attractive at first sight.


On the 28th,  I was invited to join Jeremy with a Dynamis Group who had a reunion and a visit to Köthen, where the Hahnemann House is, a Hahnemann museum and a library. It was exciting to listen to a guide of the museum who could actually tell interesting though sad stories (about all of Hahnemann’s belongings that got lost in fire and warfare). He was proud to say they welcome more visitors every year, coming from all over the globe. Yes, the Chinese are coming! As well as the Indians, the Americans, the Japanese…. It surely gives the impression that regardless the ongoing campaigns against homeopathy in the media, the success of homeopathy is persisting.
The real showpiece of the collection is of course Hahnemann’s bed, brought over from France.  Though rather few (some documents, books, vials) nevertheless every piece is precious for homeopaths.  Jeremy made the day of the guide with his tip that in Philadelphia Hospital somewhere in the basement there is a box with Hahnemann’s  pipe, books and other belongings.  They might be happy to get it out of their way and donate it to the Köthen museum.

How amusing to be able to buy some Hahnemann souvenirs afterwards! I couldn’t afford to take the ‘Melanie’s bottle’ with her herb recipe nor a Hahnemann buste –even though it was a small version for on the desk- because of the weight  but some postcards and a fridge magnet I am prepared to carry home in the rug sack.

Walking through the charming small city with its uplifting nameplates with Hahnemann House on it, all of a sudden there was a familiar text written on a wall: “the sole and only mission…”EXIF_IMG

This was Hahnemann’s house, or as least one of the houses he lived in and you can have a look at his desk, chair, handwriting and a personal remedy box, made for his 80th birthday in rosewood and mother of pearl. We could peep in the kitchen with the restored oven, where we imagined he prepared Causticum and Hepar Sulphur.
In the Hahnemann  library next to the house another very passionate guide gave us lots of interesting information: she wasn’t a homeopath herself but knew so much about it that she kept us listening for an hour to her stream of information and stories. Among them was the report of how the city of Köthen, with its many deserted and neglected houses, tried to reanimate a neighborhood by inviting specialist from different angles who did a kind of anamnesis of the totality of the street. They asked the remaining inhabitants how they felt and what they missed and what they wanted in order to feel OK.
After that there was an occasion to explain the group what The Walk is all about and to hand over the check of 2030 euros to Jeremy and HHA!EXIF_IMG