I must admit, I’ve been (more) distracted lately. I am still working on my Origins book project which is coming together slowly but surely. But for the most part, I’ve been living my best life outdoors! Summer has come to Berlin in full force this year! April and May felt more like July. I don’t know what that means for the actual July, if summer will stay twice as long or leave twice as early, but I don’t care! I’m going to thoroughly enjoy summer while it’s here! In honor of this wondrous time and place, I would like to share my view on the city I call home, Berlin. Wishing you all sunshine and happiness! –M.P.


Mr. K., my high school history teacher, spent nearly three months lecturing us on World War II. The invasion of Normandy and the Battle of the Bulge (the Ardennes) were particularly vivid, the windows of the classroom rattled to his enthusiastic presentations. He projected a map of Europe on the big screen and rapidly covered it with marker scribbles as he charted the movements of troops. We shivered as we imagined the bombs dropping, the planes, tanks and warships firing relentlessly and mercilessly. Massive tracts of land and entire cities were reduced to ruins, to ghosts of their former selves, which is what the survivors looked to us. The people in the old black and white photos were gaunt, their expressions seemed hollow, their eyes haunted. What they had seen, we couldn’t imagine. They had lived through the worst.

As we neared the end of the war, Mr. K. drew a small circle within red Soviet territory. “The Allied Powers withdrew and Berlin was divided. West Berlin was left within the Eastern bloc,” Mr. K. concluded. It looked to me like a fish eye, like the white dot in the dark half of the yin and yang symbol. The eye of the yin, Berlin. It was only the second time I had ever heard of the city. The first time was in 1989 when the fall of its wall was broadcast for the world to see. But before that, it was just a lonely dot behind that infamous wall, which for so long was brutally solid. It was an enclave in enemy territory. That was that. I remember a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. It didn’t seem right, an entire city surrounded, left on the lurch. But class was over and Mr. K had had it with World War II. We moved on.

I went on to college and a management career in the early 2000’s. Every now and then Berlin would pop up whenever someone talked about the club scene or techno music, usually describing raves wilder than those in Seattle. All I wanted to do was leave cold, dreary Seattle with its persistent melancholy behind. When I was living in New York, many of my friends working in art or fashion wanted to visit Berlin. They imagined it was some sort of glamorous haven for good-looking free thinkers. I couldn’t stop thinking of it as the eye of the yin. A year later, I moved to Aachen, a small, picturesque city in northwest Germany. By the time I moved to Berlin in 2012, I had already been living in Germany for four years, was fluent in the language and had been working as a German-English translator.

The first thought that came to mind when I arrived in Berlin for the first time was, Now, this is a real big city! It reminded me intensely of New York. For the first year, I couldn’t stop comparing the two, the homesick traveler that I was: The art scene is vibrant and strong. The graffiti artists work in a grand scale. It is truly “the world at your doorstep”. The city is well-connected by reliable train lines. But that is where the comparisons stop. In many ways, Berlin seems less like any other existing big city but more what a big city promises to be.

Undoubtedly, as with any place, it isn’t perfect. There are problems in Berlin too: poverty, crime, failing schools in poorer areas, homelessness. An overcomplicated and inefficient bureaucracy is a big one—something which will become glaringly apparent to you once you land in one of its two impossibly tiny, overburdened airports. But there are many wonderful things in the foreground that push these problems to the back, although they definitely need to be addressed. It came as no surprise to me that the Economist recently published a cover edition entitled “Cool Germany” about the country’s growing diversity and progressiveness. Berlin is at the forefront of this growth.

One of the most striking things about Berlin also happens to be the most unexpected for many newcomers including myself: The color green, from the darkest, deepest forest to emerald, jade, and chartreuse, it’s everywhere. The whole city and surrounding areas are covered with dense woodland, numerous parks, playgrounds, lakes and rivers. There is hardly a spot in Berlin that isn’t near a green space of some shape or form. “Of some shape or form” is also the best way to describe the wide assortment of living spaces here. There are very few places in Berlin that are solely used for business or industry. Space at a premium is used creatively and thoughtfully. Anyplace, anywhere could be someone’s home: over a casino or a grocery store, on or by the river, glassy modernist “Neubau”, massive concrete “Plattenbau” block apartments, British-style row houses, restored neoclassical buildings and much more. The only thing they have in common is they often contain hidden oases of inner gardens and courtyards, some connected by intricate passageways.

Which brings me to the main reason why I fell in love with Berlin. Berlin is full of magnificent worlds, many of them are hidden. The whole city is a massive, ever-changing assemblage of fascinating people from everywhere, evident in its many lively, sprawling streets. It has brought me to the fragrant food stalls of Thailand, the pulsing nights of Istanbul, the bustling restaurants of Saigon, the romantic fairytales of Art Nouveau, the sleek visions of futurists, the tea houses of vanished kingdoms, places near and far, of times past and future. It often feels more like a conglomeration of galaxies, spiraling, twinkling and disappearing to their own mysterious rhythms. At night, they glow even stranger and brighter.

My appraisal may seem like the overzealous reviews of a bizarre tourist booklet, but Berlin is more than just a tourist attraction. It is not a people-pleaser; it doesn’t want to be loveable. Its secrets are numerous and well-hidden. It only gives to you what you are willing to give to it. I imagine my Berlin friends will soon give me flack for writing about it, because every movement here quickly draws out a counter-movement. Gentrified quarters have surprisingly intellectual graffiti disparaging capitalism and yuppies, communists gather to protest in newly converted shopping centers, long-time residents continually march against higher rents. There is something about Berlin that actively resists all forms of commodification, at the same time that it lures new startups, international businesses and ambitious artists. It is here that many fantastic dreams begin to take root.

There are Berliner, people born and raised in Berlin, and many “Wahlberliner”, people who choose to live in Berlin, I belong to the burgeoning latter. Another Wahlberliner, M.P. Powers writes beautifully in his book Fortuna:

Germany was a magical country, but unfortunately all people thought about when they thought about it was Nazis, bratwurst and sauerkraut, Oktoberfest, fat Bavarians in lederhosen, and a language that was guttural and angry-sounding to an untrained ear (but was actually quite beautiful). They needed to know the great, unsung wonders of the Germanic culture. They needed to know what it feels like being in a 700-year-old cathedral at Christmastime and listening to the lungs of the pipe-organs pumping out the works of J.S. Bach. They needed to explore Goethe’s world in Weimar, and the Hohenzollern Castle, and Sanssouci in Potsdam, and the Rhine, and the rock of Lorelei, and the Black Forest that inspired so many fairy tales, and makes you feel like you’re in God’s Cathedral when you’re in it. (Powers p. 25, Fortuna)

Berlin is different from the rest of Germany much in the way that a large city is different from a town and in other subtler ways. Powers writes about it through one of his characters: “Well if you ask me the essence of Berlin is its eternal youthfulness. I mean, I don’t think Berlin knows how to act its age. It only seems to know how to get reborn. Berlin ist eine Stadt, verdammt dazu, ewig zu werden, niemals zu sein. That’s its essence. A city condemned always to become, never to be.” (Powers p. 19, Fortuna)

I wonder if Berlin will always remain an enclave of sorts. Now it stands out as an obstinate circle of diversity and multiculturalism in a world moving painfully, regrettably towards the tantalizing clarity of homogeneity and populism. The main reason Berlin was able to survive enormous upheaval was that each side had a political stake in keeping it alive. The Allied Powers kept it supplied with airdrops of food (the “Luftbrücke”) when the Soviets attempted to take the whole city through ground blockades. But I think the other reason Berlin endures is it doesn’t try to erase this complicated history, it builds on it. Its most prominent war relics are not smoothed or spackled over, neither are the names of those killed by the Nazis. It doesn’t impose illusions of simplicity on its people, it takes them as they are, full of contradiction, and nurtures even more. The eye of the yin, Berlin.

A big thanks to M.P. Powers, please check out more of his writing on his blog.

Text and images by M.P. Baecker © 2018.

32 thoughts on “Wahlberliner

  1. Nice to read, I am Wahlberliner now for very long time and never regretted to move and live here. Actually it is more desertlike but this will change again. So I welcome you to my home-town. Nice weekend @ Ulli

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    • Thanks for your comment! I agree with you and I would be perfectly happy staying in Berlin! The city is full of so many different neighborhoods and always changing! I never get tired of it!

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  2. That is a mesmeric post about Berlin. It has done the impossible task of capturing the consciousness of the megapolis. Your metaphysical photographs are at par with your writing.

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    • Thanks so much! It’s always so great to receive a comment from you! I spent the last two days outside exploring more new places in this city and feel there’s even more there than I had assumed before!


  3. Reblogged this on Fifth Floor, MD and commented:
    Beschreibung Berlins aus Sicht einer eigtl. aus Seattle stammenden, dann länger in New York wohnhaften, “Wahlberlinerin”. Ich denke, viele der positiven Dinge, die in dem Artikel benannt werden, sieht man im Alltag gar nicht mehr. Schön, daran erinnert zu werden.


  4. Beautiful post! I came back today to read it all. I always hear good things about Berlin from friends who have moved there. And I always think of good-looking thinkers walking its streets!

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  5. I’ve been trying – and failing – to say much of what you say here for years, M.P. Truly a great essay. Probably the best and most accurate one I’ve read about Berlin since living here. Unfortunately, the little blurbs you’ve added from my book only bring it down. DAMMIT! Haha. Thanks again for the shout-out! Great work.

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    • I’m so glad you liked it and I wasn’t the one to bring it down (your book and/or Berlin)! 😂Your writing brought the whole thing to another dimension!!!! Everyone agrees! Your words come off the page, living and breathing, I couldn’t help feeling inspired by them and wanting to share it with everyone else! I couldn’t agree more with your take on Berlin and on Germany!

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      • That’s so great to hear. When I re-read parts from Fortuna, I can’t help but think about how naive I was when I first got here. I should’ve waited 6-7 years after I got here to write it, but oh well. I’ve got another one in the tank. Anyway, enough about me. Your essay was great. I wanna see more!

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  6. This was magnificent, MP! I was enthralled with every word, pulled in by your love of the city, the culture, the area. Can I be a Wahlberliner? If half of what you describe is true, then it is true that I am not home!

    But … the darkness, I see it. I don’t want to believe it, I want to think there are areas — areas like your beloved Berlin — that are immune to “a world moving painfully, regrettably towards the tantalizing clarity of homogeneity and populism” but I know, as I look around, that it is not true. The pockets of intellectualism are growing (gasp) smaller, it seems every day. The pendulum has swung too hard, too far, right.

    Ah, but maybe I’m wrong, and having a bad moment, an off day. (It is Tuesday, right?). Your wonderful description of your home gives me pause, and dare I say hope! Like Bojana said … more, more, more!

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    • I’m so glad you said it Tom! Excellent comment!!👏👏👏👏I was thinking the same thing as I was writing that last part, that it may come off as a real downer, that I believe the world is truly going a dark direction (opposite of Berlin). At times, it has really felt like that “eye of the yin”, for example, right after Brexit, or when the far-right AfD rose to power here in Germany, or when Trump got elected. I was thinking of adding another sentence saying it might not have to be an “enclave” anymore but instead, a light, an example for building diverse communities, as well as several other cities around the world. But the artistic side of me couldn’t get enough of repeating the metaphor of “enclave” throughout and won out!😄 Some days are good and I feel that it is more a light than an enclave and there are also bad days when it’s vice versa. I also wanted to add that Berlin itself struggles with its own identity, which one it wants to be, an enclave or a light or even the darkness itself, about 15% here did vote for the AfD too. But in my own small community, I feel more people collectively deciding not to go that route, seeing how much pain and division it has brought so far. I hope people everywhere will see that fear mongering, racism and bigotry have no place in a democracy. Thank you so much for your great insights (as always) and compliments!

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      • Of course! And, honestly, I love the enclave metaphor (and the word “enclave”!).

        I feel better today about the world than yesterday, after hashing it out with folks at odds with my political beliefs over on Facebook. Plus, it was nice to see the “blue wave” do well in the primaries. But, I gotta tell ya. If you’re in an enclave of enlightenment, I live on the isle of ignorance… a full 66% of my county voted “Trump.”

        The world is looking much rosier from where you sit. 😎

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        • Oh man 66%! I feel this gut-wrenching battle Tom! You are so brave to engage in discussions, I must say! I find it impossible to have conversations with people about politics, especially when it’s emotional and personal for them. I stepped out of Facebook years ago because I kept noticing it was always “recommending” people who were NOT my friends, especially an ex and people who were terrible, toxic to me in the past. It felt like Facebook was one of those fake friends who enjoyed inciting drama for their own amusement. So I got out and never looked back.

          I am so happy for the blue wave, I always vote too! I hope we can turn things around!

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    • Thanks so much! Wonder is my favorite experience to share and I love trying to describe a complex and changing thing that a city is, it’s like capturing a still photo of a moving, many-faced, multidimensional creature! You do that so well with Los Angeles! You’ve opened up the world to me as well!

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    • Thanks so much! It feels so surreal to me to actually be living here, because I had never planned on it or even imagined it when I was younger. But what makes it all even stranger is my initial impressions of Berlin all those years ago repeats itself now. I thought of it as an enclave then and as an enclave now. It just goes to show how strong perspective is. Perhaps it is all just an illusion, but hard to resist!

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  7. Wow, what an incredible post. I really enjoyed it. More more more….the audience wants more. Maybe Berlin’s not perfect, but from what I’ve just heard, it’s definitely close to perfect primarily because of its cosmopolitanism, open-mindedness and cultural scene.
    Michael would now say, honestly, you’ve never been to Berlin?!
    No, not yet. Will do. Promise. But, you also have to come to Munich. One more thing, for those who don’t know, Bavarians are not fat. They are rather tall and pretty slim, like most Germans. It’s a popular stereotype, as M. nicely explains. And German is indeed a beautiful language.

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    • Thanks so much! I’m glad you liked it and I’m glad you defended the slim figures of Bavarians! 😂😂😂😂 Believe it or not, I’ve never been to Munich! So we both need to visit each other’s respective cities! Es ist eine schöne Sprache! Ich finde es sehr präzis, meine Lieblingswörter sind die für Gefühle und Emotionen, wie Sehnsucht, Fernweh und Heimweh. To me, many German words really sound like what they describe! I look forward to sharing more writings with you!☺️.

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        • 👏👏 I love all those words! Especially “Zukunft”, that feminist slogan “The future is female.” works on an additional level in German “Die Zukunft ist weiblich.” Technically and emotionally a cool language!

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  8. Wonderful post,

    we have climate changes now in action.It seems that we will have hot summers, we have to get used to it.That is our new reality. I am sure that Berlin is great city.Nice post with magical pictures

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    • Thanks so much! You’re so right about the climate change! I wonder (and worry) if this is the new weather pattern from now on, Berlin has usually intense winters, but the last one was so mild. I hope the trend does go back to the normal cold if the warming is caused by pollution, even though I do enjoy the sun!

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