« Once, a friend of mine posted a photo about her trip to Berlin. Some guy commented something like, “What are you doing there? You should go to Amsterdam / Paris / Rome instead; Germany is unbearably boring.” I, of course, kept quiet, being the polite girl that I am, but inside I was shouting, “Oh my God, what do you even know about Berlin? What do you know about real fun if you think the capital, and the birthplace of techno, is boring??!”
And why am I bringing this up? Because, honestly, this opinion isn’t unique. Why? Because Berlin, forgive me, is not for average minds. It’s not like a festive cream cake that looks beautiful and delicious at first glance, only to make you want to vomit. Berlin is something that reveals itself within. It’s not photogenic. It looks gray at first glance. It isn’t seen with the eyes; it has to be felt. It doesn’t open up to just anyone. But if it falls in love with you, it will be forever. It’s not a picture-perfect city; it’s a city with a soul. Damn, it’s alive; it’s real!
Many people have asked me why I love Berlin, and every time I struggle to answer. First, because it’s as difficult as explaining why you love your brother or a friend, a family member, a close relative. Second, I can’t explain this to someone who sees Berlin only through their eyes, because I feel it. I don’t love it for the Brandenburg Gate, currywurst, or cool shopping on Kurfürstendamm. I love it for the unique Berlin spring green of the streets, which is nowhere else in the world, for the smell of coffee that fills the city every morning, for the Kreuzberg nights, for the music of those nights, for the theaters, bars, and clubs that have existed for so long that they personally knew Marlene Dietrich and Remarque, for the history that lives in every cobblestone and electrifies the air every night, for the special vibe that can only be caught in Berlin when you greet the dawn after a sleepless night by the Spree River to the rhythms of techno that have already played but linger in your mind, for the freedom to be yourself, just because Berlin is Berlin, my Berlin. »
Yes, I admit it—I find the German language quite fascinating. I truly appreciate the straightforwardness and the unique character of the people. Their strong masculine traits, German cars, and architecture really appeal to me. And let’s not forget about their quality men's footwear and tailored suits. It's impressive! I even once made a authentic German dish! And the beer? Absolutely! Although, it's safe to say I don’t have a taste for pickles and sauerkraut. 😂🥴 Cheers to all! 🥳 »
Today I discovered a bar with an amazing view of Berlin. Next time, I definitely have to stop by this place. It’s a pity my week here is coming to an end. I’m not going to exaggerate, but I’ll just say: “To new meetings, Berlin!” ✨ »
So, if you find yourself in Berlin and your friend is tired of sitting in cafes, and the weather is just right, head to Schöneberg. This area is in the southwest of Berlin, where you can spend an hour or two wandering through parks. They are beautifully interconnected, and you can start at Stadtgarten Park. On the weekends, it’s absolutely not crowded, since the area isn’t touristy, but it’s a lovely place to stroll by the river.
Tip for the trip 🐶💡: Berlin is generally pretty dog-friendly. In many shops, cafes, and restaurants, you can go in with your pets, but of course, if you're heading to a museum, you'll have to leave your furry friend at home. »
Some images are truly striking. Among them, there's undoubtedly the legendary kiss between Brezhnev and Honecker, the portrait of academician Sakharov, and in this chaotic gallery, I even spotted those psychedelic characters from Pink Floyd's "The Wall." »
Visiting this cathedral is my most powerful, or rather intense, impression of Berlin. 😊 »
And why am I bringing this up? Because, honestly, this opinion isn’t unique. Why? Because Berlin, forgive me, is not for average minds. It’s not like a festive cream cake that looks beautiful and delicious at first glance, only to make you want to vomit. Berlin is something that reveals itself within. It’s not photogenic. It looks gray at first glance. It isn’t seen with the eyes; it has to be felt. It doesn’t open up to just anyone. But if it falls in love with you, it will be forever. It’s not a picture-perfect city; it’s a city with a soul. Damn, it’s alive; it’s real!
Many people have asked me why I love Berlin, and every time I struggle to answer. First, because it’s as difficult as explaining why you love your brother or a friend, a family member, a close relative. Second, I can’t explain this to someone who sees Berlin only through their eyes, because I feel it. I don’t love it for the Brandenburg Gate, currywurst, or cool shopping on Kurfürstendamm. I love it for the unique Berlin spring green of the streets, which is nowhere else in the world, for the smell of coffee that fills the city every morning, for the Kreuzberg nights, for the music of those nights, for the theaters, bars, and clubs that have existed for so long that they personally knew Marlene Dietrich and Remarque, for the history that lives in every cobblestone and electrifies the air every night, for the special vibe that can only be caught in Berlin when you greet the dawn after a sleepless night by the Spree River to the rhythms of techno that have already played but linger in your mind, for the freedom to be yourself, just because Berlin is Berlin, my Berlin. »
Today we had a completely unconventional and incredibly interesting city tour with a friend who has been living in Berlin for 20 years and works as a translator. It felt like episodes unfolding (yes, like in "Ulysses"). Regarding the roof of the Sony Center, he said: "It resembles Mount Fuji... well, not always, only when someone points it out." :D »