The First Weekend of Summer in Berlin
The first weekend of summer has officially come and gone in Berlin, and I’m still in awe. I came here at the end of October last year when the weather started to tailspin. Every Berliner I talked to was in total ruins, mourning for that summer feeling (they say) is so indescribable, a feeling that you have to experience to fully understand. This weekend, I finally got my first hemic taste.
When the sun is out in Berlin, the city truly came alive. A Saturday night walk outside of my apartment in Friedrichshain lead to the following adventures: watching a band of buskers play grunge-psychedelic rock (with amps and drums) outside of Ostkreuz station, the local Spätkauf spilling over with chain-smoking football fans and a group of forty-somethings having a “techno picnic” in the park with speakers and a blanket, swinging back and forth on a tire swing so hard I thought the chain was sure to break. We also inquired at the door of a local bar where a cover band playing — the performance was to raise money for parents seeking water therapy with dolphins after their child died.
The next day: a Sunday dance session at Berghain revealed more of the city’s marvellous aberrations, including a completely naked man wearing only sneakers and one jean pant leg (literally) flopping around to hard techno on the dance floor and a hilarious walk home, including passing by two young kids spending some quality time with Dad on the top of a camper. You should’ve seen the boys’ faces as goths with five-inch platforms, dreadlocks and piercings trailed past, clearing coming out of the club after a sweaty two-day stretch. Or maybe, the boys are echt Berliners and they’re used to this type of thing.
Ahh, Berlin the wacky and the wonderful. Needless to say, I’m feeling warm-blooded in the sunshine and looking forward to the madness this season has to offer!