I had never really spent more than a rushed weekend in the capital in my adult life. But during the last few years I developed this growing urge to go to Berlin for a more than a weekend. To get an idea of this city, that is unlike any other city and so different to my clean, orderly and homogenous hometown of Munich. Plus as a kid growing up in the 1980s and the Cold War, I had a date or two with history. I wanted to visit all the important historic places and see how my childhood and early teenage memories would all connect with the them and the events of the time I still remember very vividly. In the end I wound up staying for 10 days. Not shooting as much as I usually do, and rather trying to have things come to me photowise than to hunt for them. Berlin is such a fascinating place it’s hard to put into words, with so much refreshing chaos and heterogenity compared to my hometown. It has such a special spirit, unlike anything I have experienced in any other Western European city. Looking back, the camera came out of my bag mostly during the calmer moments. The rest of the time I just enjoyed not taking any pictures and being marveled by the city’s constant flow of energy and its very own special ways.