Come on with me on a trip to Berlin. I was born there and some times I am travelling back south to see it.
This is Prenzlauerberg, a district in the former eastern part of town. Now it’s young, trendy, full of art. Or vandalism? Or art?!?
Capitalism kills, destroys, normalizes.
Art and politics, self made life, raising children, going to the wholefood store, sitting in a café...
Kitsch, art and a bit of nature, as it should be.
Love the book postcard: "My life" is written on it.
Schönhauser Allee. Now I am driving from Prenzlauerberg to Mitte. (Yes, that’s the name of the district, simply „Middle“.)
The Underground station with an interesting exhibition.
More about "Mitte" tomorrow.
Btw: Today, August 13, 2011, 50 years ago my grandfather was waking up, went to his little shop and can't believe it. The bridge he lived by ended at a wall, that hasn't been there the night before.
The Berlin Wall.