My neighborhood has a bad reputation.
"conformed" to judge the Kreuzberg derogatory and are proud of the veiled women in their street and their sons, control the gold chain, much gel in their hair and massive upper arm muscles to pounding music luxury car through the quarter, while her sisters beside studying and career in progressive political parties or associations make integration work. The Kreuzberg are proud of these neighbors, and this is not difficult to understand. But usually they can not find the name of which only their friends.
"West German small-town," sneers Kai. He should know. Finally, he himself is a free and feels like we all in the city immensely.
"Bionade Biedermeier", a West German weekly magazine, whose articles in the last twenty years, although subtitled considerably shorter, but so far have not become less boring. The author is certainly very proud of its alliteration. The treasure they believes is a Eimsbüttlerin that every Saturday in the same Portuguese bar crotchety Galao their drinks and would do anything rather than to set up a big sunglasses and to feel free from all the good-looking, not so young people here who have recently beards, or - they can not - still the mini skirts over leggings from last year. For this purpose, if possible, a pregnant belly. Instead of the same old Galao they would offer a choice of nifty cafes with coffee and cake, large-scale foreign restaurants serving brunch mozzarella and tomatoes to six clock in the evening and one-room bars, milk foam coffee and expensive sandwiches on wooden chairs and armchairs in front of the door. Their guests write their Labtops or block the sidewalk with their Pram. Instead of working to pursue projects - for example, write articles for this weekly paper. Unless they leave in the morning but quietly to the service, to stab at the latest to nine clock. Because our area is not least one of the most important officials of the city ghettos.
Once there lived Communists who fought in the resistance. Just around the corner, Hans Rosenthal grew up, until someone from the Nazis in a hidden bower. And while the division of the thinkers and bohemians in the slowly decaying old buildings have discussed long nights and even sang songs sealed.
exercised after the Wall came down, the bullet holes in the building facades, the many empty apartments with outside toilets and coal heating systems and all the spaces in between a magical attraction for students and artists of life who wanted to distance themselves from the West German welfare society from which they came. Or Russian adventurers who previously had lived in Moscow in half as large homes with three families. It all together occupied dwellings belonged to anyone, organized a picnic on the roofs and pill excesses, celebrated wild parties and played concerts in the courtyard.
now is the time of the quarter pulled away. Tourist buses drive through the streets, the occupants of the many bars and cafes to admire. The houses are finely restored and their occupants are aged with the students of that time. They came to money and the residents of once driven mercilessly with the help of rent increases over the Danziger Straße. You buy only ecological foodstuffs and green, their children report at yoga with two on and with three at the Mandarin classes. If these educated children are to attend due to overcrowding of the nearest school, a first class together with a loud to the teeth armed Arab children in the Wedding, they strict judicial processes.
I recently met at a fat married couple in the age of my parents from my Heimtastadt who bought a condo in the quarter to visit more often once the fashionable restaurants and theaters can. No matter how far you travel, origin escapes not exactly easy ...
And the foreigners in the area are nothing but a reflection of ourselves, others only with a native language. Citizen children from rich industrialized countries that accept the cheap rent grateful - because everything is relative - just to look for free space and to experience. American Booksellers, French singer and nominal caterers and Italian women who hire themselves unnerved by the low wages in their home here as a teacher. We like to call Edelkanacken. In our flirt Kaiser's German is one language among many. But really is also that the Vietnamese greengrocers and the kebab vendors do not live in the neighborhood.
in all these prejudices is more than just a kernel of truth. But who only sees, knows nothing of what is going on in our district.
they have no idea of Karina, the flamenco teacher who lives with her charming Austrian in the third floor and leaves her child only a mother's love. They know nothing of Clara, the fifth years of their collection of high quality fashion accessories works and soon to be a big star, when she finally comes to the public. And they know nothing about Molly and Polly in the second, who lived here before the fall of the wall. Determined they did even then already the tasks of the concierge and asked each neighbor, whom she met on the stairs, out in all surrounding circumstances. Of the tomato breeding in the sand box and the party table in the courtyard of the teens who smoked behind the bicycle waterpipe, they know anyway.
you know nothing of the vibrant, indefatigable entrepreneurial spirit that prevails in the district, animated by an unshakeable optimism, the most absurd idea is still looking to market and take of any reversion to the courage of the world can be. Already the third psychotherapist with healing of practical training has been established in the street and the whole neighborhood abounds with offers for Far Eastern Massage practices, relaxation techniques and healing baths. "What do to relax here," marvels a colleague at the office, which is usually at home in London.
Even though our road is one of the most quiet of the neighborhood and no one can seriously hope of passing trade, has now taken over a potter's business next door, when the two predecessor had, the trendy bra and practical wrap shirts with carrying devices for diapers and bottles for Pregnancy and Lactation had designed. On the corner have two avant-garde establishment, the issue in a huge showroom a handful from last cry and pretend that they sold the product for 700 € the Piece. Every time a potential buyer but lost time in the vicinity of the store, they have to curse like their cigarettes and beer items left on the street behind the counter and pretend that they were successful businessmen. Already in the second week they had to make special offers.
At one end of the road, give her a gay bar from the tougher guys on the scene. It is a private film club, whose essence, we never really managed to fathom. At the other end has opened a gallery, exhibiting in Berlin and St. Petersburg esoteric art. And a few steps further along the avenue runs a beautiful picture, a large-scale Turkish sibling group Mexican restaurant. It's like the plague. Your guests are not the small West German city-dwellers in the area, the more preferable venues across the living room format, but residents of old and their children who are still happy from the north through the alleys at night in the quarter, to have fun. In the European Football Championship, they had built up a flat screen television on the road. The game against Turkey, Germany, we have all watched together with the Friends of the innkeepers, who had arrived in the Turkish camp-style. In the winning goal for Germany, they spontaneously changed sides and we had a lot of fun together. sold
On the other side of the avenue Holger Portuguese and German wines, and gives the residents of the neighborhood on weekends in the cooking. He likes to tell that he now wants more care of your family and find a rhythm of tension and relaxation. To achieve this, he has first started with the tension and put up next door or a shop that will sell lunch consuming homemade German courts for five euros to the architectural firm consultants, web designers and copywriters in the quarter, which themselves have no customers.
Three blocks away is a German art cinema films about underdogs. Before the movie begins, they must apologize to the six viewers for the interruption in the middle of the film, when they change roles. In the same street believes one can earn by selling statues of pharaohs and waterpipe his money. If he gives up, someone will take over the store that sells there Namibian Artworks - I already know.
And the whole neighborhood is full of shops, repair, in which good-looking, friendly, young men's bicycles. A dream!
believes the treasure, the Sicilians, who runs a restaurant on the main street takes half an hour to adjust to his Basque beret so wrong before it to work. His colleagues have brought us fish by mistake instead of calf's liver - the most delicious mistakes in our lives. Everything again to set the record straight, got a taste of the veal liver after the same. Of course, was only on the invoice and the wine they have not calculated until after we had strictly to do so. But the atmosphere was first class. When the treasure - after he had told me about all the food from the godfather - the Sicilians asked who could make the city Cano said of his father, no problem, we should just let you know in advance. Just to find the right goat cheese is, in the city very difficult.
of the Russian theater, dance and theater stages in the quarter, I have said nothing.
Yes, we are what they call in France Bobos - Bürgerbohemiens. Often, simply bourgeois. But we still like to live here.
I also Eimsbüttel like usual. The Galao was delicious and the natas do Ceu first! The fish shop in the entire city looks like him. And in the Mügge Kampstraße has a nice Lebanese still in my time reading a cozy cafe packed with delicious cake, but probably after a careful market study and a sober weighing all the risks. He is still successful. There
the whole chaotic, creative, entrepreneurial, optimistic rest are not there.
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