day 50: Berlin
Together with Ezequiel I resumed my habit of going for a walk in the evening to take pictures. We walked along Turmstraße until we reached the court house and the park right next to it. By that time it was already getting dark and we started taking action shots of cars and cyclists going past. That’s something I rarely do, so I was enjoying it quite a bit. Like the night before there was again a nice sunset and I managed to take some nice pictures of the court house and the crossing in front of it in the light of the magic hour.
My favourite shot however, which you can see above, seems almost out of place considering that I’m in a German city. It’s Berlin though, which is not just an ordinary German city. So really, it’s just an expression of what the city really is like. Often you don’t hear much German in the street, especially in the area where I live. It’s a mix of Turkish, English, Spanish and other languages, and my neighbours across also seem to speak Spanish. I like that Berlin is so diverse.
I notice more and more that the area where I live is not a particularly good neighbourhood. Only two days ago there was a police raid with 6 or 7 vans of heavily armed policemen in bullet-proof vests. I was on my way to my driving lesson and was breaking the law by riding my bike on the pavement, but these guys standing around waiting with their bullet-proof vests didn’t care at all. I asked my driving instructor about the police presence since I thought it was some official government type thing. He told me that it actually was the second raid in two weeks. The last raid before was in the house right next to the driving school where they also came with vans and a metal ram to break open the doors. Apparently the area around the Kleiner Tiergarten here in Moabit is known for its drugs. I hadn’t noticed so far.
My own street is quiet and pretty with many trees and two hostels right across from my house, some cafés and bars, and at the end of the street is a school. In Berlin it’s pretty much hit and miss in every neighbourhood where I’ve been. One street can be quiet and peaceful and the next might be just terrible with drug raids every two weeks. Well, that’s how big cities are.