Louise East writes romantically, in diary format, about how she fell in love with Berlin at first sight:
September 15th
Berlin Schönefeld Airport
Six weeks ago, with another London winter looming and my lease running out, I decided I needed a change. Within days, I had arranged a sublet on a cheap apartment in Berlin and found a friend gracious enough to give my boxes basement space.
It happened so fast that it’s only as I stand outside Arrivals, waiting for the shuttle bus, that I start to wonder what the hell I’m doing in Berlin, a city I’ve never set foot in before.
I have not spoken German since my Leaving Cert oral several light years ago, and as far as company goes, I will be reliant on a handful of friends of friends who live here.
So why Berlin? Probably because I’ve never been there. In the absence of anything as dull as facts, my imagination has cooked up a Berlin of the mind, a timeless city where David Bowie is still in the Hansa studios recording Heroes , Sally Bowles is running a kohl pencil under one eye, and across town, chisels are slowly pecking holes in a 12-foot concrete wall.
In this metropolis I have created, I can see myself striding down Unter den Linden in dark weather. I am wearing a trilby and possibly an eye patch and when snow starts to peel off the sky, I duck into a mahogany-lined coffee house, sip on a Pilsner and write pithy notes about the 20th century in a series of black leather notebooks.
Why Berlin, indeed.
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