Under the Spree


There is a tunnel, a very cold and humid one. It is quite an experience on a hot hot day. Like entering a natural refrigerator with the ghosts of the visitors from the 1920s still frozen in the moment the moment of crossing the tunnel.



Some places and times of day make me want to take a picture, not to use the word ‘inspire me’.

What is so distinct about this city? At least come Winter it is the crowded smoky bars smelling of cheap tobacco and beer. A smell your coat, scarf, and hair carry home with you. One that the morning after reminds you of the previous night.