17 Days and 16 Nights in Berlin – Day 1 – Holocaust, Drug Dealer, Suicide Circus

This is a diary of my trip to Berlin in May 2018. I’m going there to explore the contemporary culture and art of Berlin. Museums and art during the day, and as many Techno clubs as possible during the nights. That’s the plan. My list is long. It’s going to be tough.

I never liked Berlin. I found it dirty, rough, impolite. (Maybe one gets spoiled when living in Munich.)
But when I went to Berlin in 2016 and 2017, my opinion changed somewhat. Now, at the beginning of this trip, I would say that Berlin is a very very interesting, lively place and I feel regret to never have lived here. Well, this is day one. Let’s see what I’ll say on day 17.

Day 1 ====================

I arrive in my hotel in the late afternoon. No time to waste but not much to do because most places close soon. The memorial is open until 8, so there I go.

„The Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe (German: Denkmal für die ermordeten Juden Europas), also known as the Holocaust Memorial (German: Holocaust-Mahnmal), is a memorial in Berlin to the Jewish victims of the Holocaust..“ (Wikipedia)

I have a lot of sympathy for the Jews because of what we did to them, but today I’m going to the memorial because of its design. And that is impressive. A somber, bleak, claustrophobic labyrinth of concrete. Hats off to the designers for a design so befitting the topic.

Denkmal für die ermordeten Juden Europas

The Brandenburg Gate is close to the memorial. It looks like this:

Brandenburg Gate

I take a short stoll throught the area where the German government resides. They subsidise the purchase of electric cars. Here you can see what they are driven around in by their chauffeurs. Hmmm…

The not electric fleet.

We seem to like pillars. Here are some more:

Even more!

Pillars are us.

And bridges.

I always enjoy visiting my favourite bookstore (next to Powell’s in Portland): Dussmann. They have a vertical garden in their Café.

2200 hours. I am waiting for my friend Travis not far from the Suicide Circus, when a drug dealer asks me if I need anything. I don’t, but have a chat with him. Nice guy, mid 20s, from Egypt. Says he is a trained mechanic, would like a proper job but has no work permit. So he is forced to work illegally, this job.

I learn how he avoids being caught. He never has the drugs on him, for example. A friend, waiting somewhere at the next street corner has them and delivers them.
He’s here only for a few months now but speaks German surprisingly well. Travis arrives and suggests he learns programming with Grasshopper because programmerns are well payed and are needed so much, that nobody cares about no stinkin‘ permit!

The Suicide Circus is a mid size Techno club with an outside area (in which they play House tonight). It like the place. Good vibes, nice staff. I would come again, although the cigarette smoke is irritating, but you have to live with that, I learned.
More infos in German.

The club is located in an area that reminds me of Christiania in Copenhagen, but sadly without Pusher Street.

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