So Mayday’s got everything. Endless sunshine, a healthy amount of alcoholic beverages, an almost invisible headcount of police (that was a joke, by the way), bombing parties on every street corner from the little Indian restaurant with the shabby sound system to the fully packed Luzia Open Air, where music has become a rarity. For one day of the year, all eyes are on Kreuzberg and the MyFest which was established to distract from the annual rioting against police.
The MyFest, although in the beginnings considered a failure as riots continued yearly (and got even heavier), has finally achieved what it was made to achieve: this year, riots were almost too quiet to be heard. In fact, I didn’t even see the protests, all I saw was cops, partying, love and.. a ton of amazing food from all over the world (though with a heavy focus on the Middle East). And that has to count for something, because this year, I don’t want to talk about dancing and feeling good on an extraordinary day in Berlin; this year, I want to say thank you to all the people who work hard to make it happen. The Turkish and Arabic (and all the other) communities who light up the streets with fun and joy and all the wonderful edibles they sell on their street stands. Here’s a big prop out to you!