Completing the Picture

For the final instalment of my 'One Year On' trilogy, I had a trawl back through the hundreds of photos I've taken since landing here on 30th October last year and selected one for each month:

November

 

This was one Sunday after we'd been for a lazy brunch buffet at a café on Helmholzplatz

I spent most of the month getting used to my new environment, we bought bikes and cycled to parts of the city we hadn't been to before, we started attending the language exchange and I enrolled on a German course.

December

 

There are Christmas markets and there are Christmas markets but there is only one Bite Club

December in Berlin is all about Christmas.  I think we went to practically every one of the markets.  We had a little trip to Mallorca and we were in England for the day itself but were back in the city in time for the mayhem of New Year's Eve, which we spent in the company of a honeymooning Australian Green Party MP and his new bride.  Our culinary adventures included the Bite Club at Urban Spree and our first visit to Street Food Thursday at Markthalle Neun.

January

 

The snow finally arrived - I couldn't resist taking a picture of this little guy when I saw him sitting outside a café on Kollwitzplatz

February

 

Highlight of the month was the Berlinale which I've talked about in a previous post.  I didn't take an awful lot of pictures during this month; I spent one week of it laid up with a horrid lurgy for a start. 

I did however discover this interestingly-named beer at Leibhaftig in Metzer Strasse.

March

 

What do you do with an old coffee machine? Stick daffodils in it of course!  A perfect example of the Berlin culture of recycling and re-purposing, outside Café Sloerm on Danziger Strasse.

We both had our birthdays in March and the weather really picked up.  I went to a couple of literary events too in this month and did my first session at the language exchange.

April

 

The 'Party Tram' making its way along Kastanienallee

We moved to our current flat at the end of April and I started my TEFL course.  Apart from a visit from my mum at the beginning of the month, and a very chilly Easter, April was fairly low-key.

May

 

There's always a lot going on in May, not least the festivities on May Day itself.  This picture, of the police harassing buskers in the Mauerpark, was taken one lovely Sunday afternoon.  By the end of the month there seemed to have been an exceptional number of Bank Holidays, the final one being 'men's day' in which groups of men apparently bond over outdoor activities (I take that to mean they go to beer gardens).


June

 

This goth market, called the Dunkelmarkt (dark market), took place on the first Sunday in June in the building across the road from our flat.  Ever curious, I had to go in for a nose around.  It naturally resembled a crypt inside but out in the yard there was the curious sight of a goth barbecue taking place.

The World Cup started this month.  We got to see a game at the 'Wohnzimmer' in the Alte Foersterei and I hooked up with a tandem partner in a bid to improve my German.  I also submitted a 30-page piece of creative writing to publishers Jonathan Cape who were having an open submissions month.  I never got to hear back from them but I wasn't really expecting to.  For me it was more of an exercise in discipline and working to a deadline.

July

 

Walking home one night, we came across this fashion show which disrupted the traffic

 in Schoenhauser Allee.  It seemed so typically Berlin to stage it in a street with four lanes

of traffic and two tram lines. 

For me July was all about writing.  At the beginning of the month I went on a one-day writing workshop in Kreuzberg and at the end of the month I went to the Reader Berlin's literary festival at Gorgast.  In between I wrote practically non-stop, finding shady cafes to sit in as the weather was brutally hot.

The World Cup finished and the city went wild.  During this month we cycled quite a few times down to Moabit to assist a friend in need whose knee operation had coincided with the acquisition of his new dog.  We rode down a couple of times a week to walk the pooch Norbert (who is also going to be our guest this Christmas).

August

 

Everything seems to move outdoors in the summer months, including the cinemas. 

We went to see a film at this 'freiluft' kino at the delightful Insel Berlin,

an island in the middle of the Spree accessed via an almost impossibly steep footbridge.

September

 

Our dog-owning friend was up and about by September and introduced us to the weekend Thai food Market at Fehrbelliner Platz - an amazing experience.  The local Thai community occupy the park, setting up makeshift food stalls with little more than a few mats and a wok but managing to rustle up some fantastic fare.  This lady was doing a brisk trade in fried bugs.

Back on European culinary territory, we had our wedding anniversary this month and went to the ambient Poulette restaurant in Knaackstrasse, opposite the Wasserturm.  It's French and it's lovely.

Another September highlight was going to a screening of some old Stasi training films at the Lichtblick Kino, hosted by Exberliner magazine.  The films, from the Stasi archive and never seen by the public before, were fascinating and there was a discussion afterwards of the Stasi's methods and of films such as The Lives of Others, which drew on the archive films for some of its material.

My pick of September's literary 'soirees' was the first of Katy Derbyshire's 'Parallel Lines' salons at ACUD on Veteranenstrasse.  This excellent venue also hosted an 'Open House' one weekend - one of our friends was performing a DJ set so we went along to offer our support.

Other events in this busy month included the 'Popfest' at the Gruener Salon and my first visit of the season to watch Union Berlin beat RB Leipzig at the Alte Foersterei.


October

 

The summer had its swan song a couple of weekends ago with temperatures in the mid-twenties on the Sunday.  We had a Berlin epic that day, visiting all of our favourite Sunday places. 

In Zionskirchplatz, en route to the flea market at Arkonaplatz after coffee, cake and wine at Weinerei, I stopped to take this picture of the fallen leaves.

So, one year down.  It's been so eventful, and I've had to leave so much out (otherwise this post would go on forever).  I just wonder what the coming year will bring...

One year on (Part Two)

Moving to Berlin was such a monumental adventure that as soon as I arrived here I was determined to record every last detail.  As part of this project I started my blog and began keeping a diary.  However, the diary didn’t quite work out as I’d intended, becoming merely a bland and neutral list of things I’d done.  A typical entry is this, from last November:

Monday 25^th – Start of the Christmas markets – cold crisp weather.  Bought some DVDs from the bargain boxes outside the shop on Schönhauser Allee.  Wandered down to the market at the Kulturbrauerei, & had flammkuchen from the man in the funny hat.  So delicious, especially with the fairy-liquid coloured garlic sauce.  Stopped on the way back for coffee at Atopia.  Think the wintry weather has finally rolled into town. 

And this, from July, is no better:

Sunday 6^th – Baking hot.  We walked down to the Mauerpark, loped around the flea market then down to La Focacceria for a couple of slices of pizza.  Bought a bottle of water in Gleimstrasse and poured some over my head just to cool down.  In the evening we had a few beers at Wohnzimmer, sitting outside. 

It’s hardly Samuel Pepys.  All that my diary is able to tell really me is that on a particular day I’d been in a particular bar or café or walked down a particular street, with a few mentions of the weather thrown in.  I have attempted to address this by writing more fully about my day to day experiences but I wonder if it’s even possible to produce an accurate account of something while you are actually immersed in it and whether it might only be later, when you are able to properly reflect, that you can begin to deal with it appropriately. 

Another reason for my lack of productivity in this could also be that I’ve been having such a bloody good time.  Philip Larkin once said that happiness ‘writes white’, that it produces only empty pages.  It’s certainly true that I can always find plenty to say about my more negative experiences while trying to write interestingly about the brilliant stuff is often just beyond me.

Part of the problem might also lie with Berlin itself.  Back in June, I went to hear Rory MacLean discuss his book, Berlin: Imagine a City.  One of the points that came up in the discussion was the difficulty of writing about the city, as though it were somehow evading attempts to commit it to paper.

But whilst my ability to write about my life in Berlin has been somewhat inhibited at times, my creative imagination has flourished.  Besides focusing, often manically, on the various fictional pieces that I’ve been working on for years, I have found myself writing down some of my experiences as though they too were events in a fictional narrative.  Approaching it this way, treating myself as a character in my own ‘story’ and creating fictional counterparts for the people I’ve come to know, has seemed a much easier undertaking.   I’ve tended mainly to do this when I’ve had my more unusual or disorientating experiences so these accounts often have a darkly comical feel.  They also amount to a sizeable narrative that bears only a passing resemblance to the characters or events that inspired it. 

It’s very unreliable as a memoir but maybe in producing it I’ve inadvertently dug the foundations for my epic Berlin novel?

Berlin: One year on

On 24^th October last year, after eight years in the prison education job that I’d loved, I handed in my ID, belt, key and radio pouches and walked out through the gate for the last time, aware that I was cutting myself adrift from what had become a massive part of my life.

I was about to move to Berlin for what, at the time, was to be a one-year stay.  When, earlier in the year, Alan had suggested that we sell the flat in Chodowieckistrasse as there seemed little chance of us ever being able to occupy it, and use the proceeds to finance a year in the city, I initially thought it was a crazy idea.  However, the more I considered it, the more I realised that making one of those potentially reckless, no going back decisions was probably exactly what we needed.

We’d had four particularly stressful years when it seemed like we were clobbered by a new misfortune almost daily.  I’d had a scary medical condition which I recovered from physically, but took a long time to come to terms with psychologically.  Alan had bouts of depression which were aggravated by redundancy and a succession of bereavements, the final blow being the loss of his mum in July 2012 after a long and terrible battle with breast cancer.  We ended up in a rut, lacking the energy or motivation to do much more than sit watching repeats of 'Come Dine with Me'.

So coming to Berlin did have an element of ‘running away’ about it, but it has also been our salvation. 

I recall the strange mixture of excitement and fear at setting out on this new escapade.  During the first few weeks, I spent much of my time just wandering around the neighbourhood, taking it all in, trying to get a feel for the way life is lived here and to investigate things that it didn’t seem so important to know when we only came as visitors. 

 

One of my first photos - from the balcony of our flat in Prenzlauer Allee

 

It was a novelty having no job to have to get up for but it also felt strange having no structure to our days.  Despite suddenly having all of that time on our hands though, one thing we never were was bored.  There was simply too much to experience.

I couldn’t have predicted how the year would pan out.  It’s certainly not been without its problems, yet it has been the most enriching, mind-broadening, mad, and brilliant year of my life.

If we’d stuck to our original plans, we would be returning to England this weekend.  As it is, we’re going to be here now at least until the summer.  We might return skint but we’ll have had one hell of an adventure.

A neighbourhood of two halves

Although I'm a Prenzlauer Berger by tradition and temperament (albeit a non-pushchair-owning one), I love to explore the city's other neighbourhoods as each has its own individual character, often shaped by the people who live there.  Kreuzberg, once nestled against the Wall and home to  proponents of West German counter-culture, is one that wears two distinct faces: the 'edgy' east, bordered by the Spree ,and the more 'genteel' western half of the neighbourhood, cradled by Tempelhof airfield and the Viktoriapark.  

For me, the change of identity is most noticeable in a walk down Graefestrasse, which forms the central spine of a longer trek  from U-Bahnhof Moritzplatz (Line 8) to the airfield.  The distance is about 6km and would take around an hour and a half but, as ever, it’s possible to select a particular section and/or make stops along the way.

From the station, Oranienstrasse extends in both directions, but the most interesting stretch is the one to the east which cuts through Oranienplatz where hardly anything remains now of the refugee camp that occupied the platz until a few months ago.  I’d not been down Oranienstrasse for a while until, one Sunday in the summer we met friends for the flea market at Neukölln and our subsequent meanderings took us there.  The street has changed quite a bit in the ten years since I first walked down it. In those days it was already beginning to lose its ‘cool’ reputation and it has certainly acquired a few more designer shops and tourist buses since then.  It’s still a lively and often tatty street though with some good places to stop for food or drinks and, I’m happy to say, a lot of my old favourites are still around (it's also just a short walk to the appetite-inducing Markthalle Neun).

 

Looking across Heinrichplatz from an outside table at Bateau Ivre

 

From the junction at Görlitzer Bahnhof, walk down Manteuffelstrasse to the canal.  If it’s a Tuesday or Friday afternoon, the Turkish Market will be in full swing along the opposite bank.  I’ve already mentioned the market in a previous post so I won’t do so here.

Crossing Kottbusser Damm, Graefestrasse is a street that seems to change its identity at every junction.  At the top end, the Turkish flavour continues in the bars and cafes.  Further down, around the junctions with Böckhstrasse and Dieffensbachstrasse, things get a little gentrified.  The tree-lined streets around here are as prettily bourgeois-bohemian as anything around Kollwitzplatz.  Café Avril, on the corner of Böckhstrasse is an agreeable place to sit and people-watch for an hour or two.

Continuing southwards, there is a rather bland stretch between the junction with Urbanstrasse, down to Hasenheide.  Here, the Volkspark Hasenheide is an attractive diversion if the weather is suitable. It incorporates a small animal park, as well as plenty of paths and green spaces and, in summer, a freiluft kino.

 

Trümmerfrau memorial in Volkspark Hasenheide.

‘Trümmerfrau’ literally translates as ‘rubble woman’ and refers to the women who, after WWII helped clear the streets of the mountains of debris caused by allied bombing

 

On Hasenheide itself, between Graefestrasse and Südstern is the Brauhaus Südstern which offers beer, food and both indoor and outdoor seating. 

 

Beer-making apparatus in the Brauhaus Südstern

From Südstern the walk proceeds along Bergmannstrasse.  On the left hand side is a cemetery which I visited for the first time when I did a creative writing workshop in the summer.  It’s worth wandering into for its ornate crypts and memorial statuary (and the odd red squirrel).

Continuing along Bergmannstrasse, Marheinekeplatz has the Passionskirche at one end and the Marheineke Markthalle at the other.  On Saturday there is a lovely flea market in the square.  The Markthalle has a number of food stalls and is a good place to stop for something to eat, or to sit outside in the sunshine with a drink.  From Marheinekeplatz, Bergmannstrasse is lined with shops, cafes and bars.  A small detour can also be taken to Another Country bookshop in Riemannstrasse.

 

The Saturday flea market at Marheinekeplatz

Chamissoplatz is a pretty square just behind Bergmannstrasse where a small farmers’ market sets up on a Saturday.

From here, Mehringdamm can be reached via Fidicinstrasse or by continuing along Bergmannstrasse.   In the corner of a hof towards the Mehringdamm end of the street is Colours – one of my favourite vintage shops in the city.  It’s large inside so time is needed to properly explore.

Once on Mehringdamm it’s just a few hundred metres to the now closed Tempelhof airport.

In front of the airport buildings on Platz der Luftbrücke is the monument to the Berlin Airlift that took place between 1948 and 1949.

The airfield, which can be accessed via Columbiadamm, is vast.  In a referendum held earlier this year Berliners wholeheartedly rejected development plans for the site.  The runways are now used by joggers, walkers, skaters, cyclists and kite-flyers.  There are also dog runs, barbecue areas and toilet blocks.