Coffee, strawberries and grapes in the sunshine on a terrace at the Alexanderplatz with Olli and our friend Jens. On the ground? Oh no. At Jens’s apartment. On the umpteenth and top floor of a mammoth ex-East German posh-folks block of flats …
You step on to the lofty balcony – ignoring the waves of vertigo, and the impulsion to jump -- and look out over the rooftops of the crazy mixture that was East Berlin … the beautiful brick Rathaus and church, and the flat and uninspired 20th century buildings. Oh well, the way they’re built, they’ll probably fall down soon.
And right in front of us, so close you feel your could spit on it, East Berlin’s folly. Try standing on a top floor terrace, 50 centimetres from the edge, and looking uuuuup to the top of this monster! I had to sit on the floor to take this picture.
It is certainly a sensational view. But only for people who are up to strong sensations! Hehe. OK, Jens …
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