Leaving the book shop, I walk over to Heinrichplatz.
Nothing much changes here. It’s strange, because Berlin is a quick changing place.
The organic food store „Kraut & Rüben“ is one of the first organic food stores in Berlin, I think. Since 1978.
„Macht kaputt, was euch kaputt macht“ (Destroy what destroys you) was one of the slogans of alternative culture in the Kreuzberg of my childhood. Here you can listen to the German band “Ton Steine Scherben”.
Kreuzberg was an area with cheap appartments and huge rear house studios at that time.
Further on, down the Oranienstraße.
„Isolation is torture“- art environments are everywhere, may they be on purpose or accidentely.
A little fur monster as „Guerilla Art“.
This wall is filled with ever changing art work, poster art, graffiti and stuff. Second World War bombs left many of such huge walls.
At the end of the street there is the station Görlitzer Bahnhof.
Everyone loves us. And Mary too.
Back into the line 1, but only one stop to Schlesisches Tor. This was the old final stop when Berlin was still devided. I have lived there as a child til I was 3.
What it looked like, when I was a child:
Stay tuned for part 3.
Nothing much changes here. It’s strange, because Berlin is a quick changing place.
The organic food store „Kraut & Rüben“ is one of the first organic food stores in Berlin, I think. Since 1978.
„Macht kaputt, was euch kaputt macht“ (Destroy what destroys you) was one of the slogans of alternative culture in the Kreuzberg of my childhood. Here you can listen to the German band “Ton Steine Scherben”.
Kreuzberg was an area with cheap appartments and huge rear house studios at that time.
Further on, down the Oranienstraße.
„Isolation is torture“- art environments are everywhere, may they be on purpose or accidentely.
A little fur monster as „Guerilla Art“.
This wall is filled with ever changing art work, poster art, graffiti and stuff. Second World War bombs left many of such huge walls.
At the end of the street there is the station Görlitzer Bahnhof.
Everyone loves us. And Mary too.
Back into the line 1, but only one stop to Schlesisches Tor. This was the old final stop when Berlin was still devided. I have lived there as a child til I was 3.
What it looked like, when I was a child:
Stay tuned for part 3.
