Berlin: party at the National Railroad Repair Works

The Berliners seem to have a system going where they find any desolate or abandoned building and they convert it into a bar or a club. On Monday it was a power-station turned techno club (called ´Tresor´ if you ever fancy a trip there), and last night we started at an old fabric factory, but ended up in a strange, thoroughly graffitied block with aeroplane seats and what seemed like an old cinema screen. This was definitely part of ´hidden Berlin´, but after a bit of google-ing, it turns out the club is part of the derelict site of the National Railroad Repair Works and holds lectures, theatre performances and the like during it´s daylight hours, all commissioned by the mayor. I suppose we do the same sort of thing in England occasionally - although turning the Pantiles public toilets into The Forum music venue isn´t quite on the same scale.

The German style of dancing takes some getting used to - it´s a shame we´re leaving tomorrow really - I think we´re definitely getting the hang of it, Hannah especially. It seems to be all about the shoulders in Berlin, and a fair few angular arm waves. In Tresor everyone faced the same direction, almost in lines, swaying jerkily to techno music and blue flashes of light. I can´t say it´s the best place I´ve ever been to, but at least we got in, unlike some of the boys from the hostel who were turned away due to the weird door policy.

On top of the Reichstag

Despite the bizarre nightlife, Berlin is a fantastic city. Used to the crush of people and taxis in London, we all found the wide streets and laidback attitude here very confusing for a capital city. My trepidation about leaving gorgeous Italy for the bratwurst capital was unfounded in the end - it´s a really cool city where people dress how they want, live how they do and smile at you from chilled cafes and bars lining the streets. The flea market and accompanying park felt like Woodstock, albeit with less Joan Baez and more young German bands and the occasional robotic performance.

Iain´s house\box

Berlin is a crazy place: when trying to find food we ended up in a cafe\laundromat decorated like a 70s living room, the owner´s shirt clashing terrifically with the wallpaper. We´ve met  loads of interesting people at our hostel too. For instance Iain the Californian, who bought shoes a size too small but cut them up and duct-taped them into a bigger size. Iain eventually told us that he doesn´t have an actual room in the hostel - but is staying in one of the wooden boxes outside for only 1euro a night. Apparently a whole asian family has moved in to the box next door. There were some boys from north London, one of which apparently had ´yolo´ in Arabic (google translate of course) tattooed on his arm. He warned us about festival fatigue, admitting that he fell asleep in the crowd at Benicassim whilst watching Chase and Status. We now spend a lot of time checking the weather updates for Sziget, hoping that we´re misreading any of the temperatures that creep into the 30s and even 40s Celsius.


I think my favourite part of Berlin so far was the walking tour we took on our first full day here. Though we planned to use it mainly so that we could get to the main bit of the city then slip away if it was bad, we ended up staying for the whole 5 hours and tipping our tourguide tremendously. I won´t relive the whole 5 hours for you, but we saw all the main sites, memorial artworks, Berlin wall, checkpoint charlie (where East Germans elaborately deceived Soviet guards - even to the point of hiding  in hollowed surfboards on top of visiting cars - because naturally the surf is pretty good in landlocked West Berlin..). We also saw the site of Hitler´s bunker, hidden by a private carpark for a block of flats. Who knows whether the owner of that volkswagon knows that he´s parked on the spot where Hitler spent his last days, finally married Eva Brown and was pulled out by the Red Army following the race to Berlin. It´s filled with concrete now, after attempts by the Soviets to destroy all remains of it by bombing the bunker (a really well thought out idea seeing as it´s purpose, along with the vast covering layer of concrete, was to protect against all bombing..).

A Berlin church that looks Catholic, is in fact Protestant and was commissioned by an Atheist.