It’s raining, but it’s beautiful. In Berlin, everything is beautiful.
And while I’m watching the dense raindrops streaming down the shop windows, I see them. Flowers. The most beautiful ones I have ever seen. They’ve probably been boring, normal pink flowers, but I’m standing in front of a florist in Berlin and for some reason this moved me to buy these flowers. I can’t even tell you what kind of flowers they were, they’re just Berlin Flowers.
“The flowers in the display are so pretty. I’d like to buy two!”
“Two? Two flowers? Who buys only two flowers nowadays? I’ll give you the entire bucket.”
There it is again, the city covers you confidently in its beauty and you’re powerless against it.
Intimidated, I’m taken aback: “I only have two euros, and I really can’t take an entire bucket of flowers around Berlin”. Surprised, she’s looking at me. “Why not?” she asks and hands me the bucket, that’s at least half my size.
I stumble around Berlin, it’s raining and my sight is blocked by pink flowers. But that’s okay, because they are beautiful. Those Berlin Flowers that smell like an old woman and make everyone on the tram hate me.
“Excuse me, is this the way to the Haubentaucher?”
“That’s not my hood, sweetheart.”
I get replied in a thick Berlin accent. Five minutes pass by until I dare asking the next local, and again I am confronted with the overflowing emotion of the capital. “Yo, visitor! I like that you’re trying to learn something around here. To the Haubentaucher? It’s like walking through history!” He promises me another five minutes by foot, so now it’s nine times five minutes… But I don’t care, the dialect makes up for it. Sexy, but different. Yet in Berlin, everything is different. When you’re looking for a place, in a hurry, you get neatly close to every piece of the Berlin scene. At some point, I arrive at my destination, it “only” took 17 train stops and 11 Berlin people (that I asked for the way) from the Florist.
I hope you like the pictures, what is your favorite city in Germany?