Do you know my voice, how wonderful I sound? Alas, that’s over… Now I'm in the museum. Yet it's only thanks to the Märkisches Museum that I still exist. It saved many special objects, like the Hohenzollern High Gate or the first seal of the city. All of them tell you something about Berlins’ history. Here, they are preserved as witnesses of their time. I myself have had an eventful life. I was cast in 1471 for a place of pilgrimage called Wilsnack. There I sang for pilgrims from all over Europe. Then the Elector himself brought me to Berlin, to the church of his palace. Here I delighted princes and kings. After my move to Berlin Cathedral I sang for all citizens. And then the shock: In 1921 I got a crack! They wanted to melt me down! But the museum saved me. Because I'm more than just a broken bell. I remember a part of Berlins’ history: a time when the city heard me sing! You will meet others like me: all objects will tell you a story about how Berlin changed in the course of time.