The story behind the sign…
If you follow my photographic adventures you undoubtedly have seen quite a few shots of this street sign from Berlin. I figured since today is my last day in America before I finally go back to Ireland to join my wife it would be a perfect time to give the full story behind this shot and share my most meaningful photo I have ever taken. After all, this one photo represents everything I have been working towards these last six months and makes all the suffering of forced separation worth it.
Around the end of January this year my wife and I were in Berlin, Germany to register for our upcoming wedding. Since my family has always traced it’s heritage back to Rudolph Diesel, the inventor of the Diesel engine, we always wondered if there was a Diesel Street somewhere in Germany. Susi’s dad informed us that there was actually one right there in Berlin. We rushed out to a book store and bought a road atlas to send to my family with the street circled in it for when they come for the wedding. We left Berlin and returned home content with the knowledge of Diesel Street.
Months passed and the next time we were in Berlin was for our wedding this last August. The idea of finding Diesel Street had taken a back burner to everything else going on until we were at the reception. During her dad’s tremendous speech, we were presented with an A4 sized picture of a white street sign that read Dieselstraße. Upon closer examination we saw that our names and a heart were on a piece of paper hanging from the bottom of this sign. The family had went out of their way to find this street, clean the sign and hang our names under it, which wasn’t a small task since they sent the shortest person they could. Now we had to go and find it.