Here's a passage from The Strangers, a project that became quite a headache both for me and our good lord_k (we are working on it together for 3+ yrs and have to finish it the sooner the better). I wanted to send this text to the Big City Exhibition, but it's too short and features too much cities.
The character is Mark Toma, former radio anchorman from Central Europe, suffering from false memories of war that never happened. He's invited to the British Special Research Bureau for... quite right, a very special research which includes a review of some picture album. Everything goes smooth, even a bit boring until...
...an ugly structure, resembling an oversized automatic pencil, towering over London. Another tower, no less ugly, black and angular, is climbing to the Paris skies, not far from the Gare de Montparnasse. And a third one in Warsaw - not so tall but so grotesque, with baroque ornaments and enormous spire, probably some government office. A page or two, and I'm in Berlin, looking at Brandenburg Gate. The gate is here, like on any other day, but... no Adlon, no Palais Blucher, nothing - and in the background, the Reichstag without its dome! This artist must be crazy. No wonder there's no Royal Palace in his Berlin. Who needs to search for Potsdamerplatz when everything, absolutely everything is wrong. And the peak of insanity is certainly near Alexanderplatz, where a silver needle is growing out of rubble, punching crystal ball eight hundred feet above the ground.
Well, what did he do to my hometown? Not bad - just the Southern Railway Station is missing and the Radio Building (so many years there ...probably too much) is guarded by two shining cubes.
- Maybe you will be so kind to explain all this insanity?