Rarely do I ever find the right words to describe the impact that Ber­lin — and espe­cially the Ber­lin night­life — has had on my life. Just like that you feel the itch to be out­side, to spend hours people watch­ing while chilling on the curbs of the streets you’ve come to love, sip­ping on beer, Club Mate, Spezi or whatever you want to fancy tonight. You’re prob­ably arguing with your crew about where to go tonight: this or that club, and spon­tan­eously decide to take on a ran­dom dir­ec­tion and just go with the flow.

Here’s where you’ll prob­ably end up at 5 in the morn­ing: nowhere. Because all the party you’d want has already been served to you, right there under the clear sky, in this or that lively Kiez, with young and old and weird and freak­ish people roam­ing and hanging just like you, every­one just wait­ing for the per­fect oppor­tun­ity to check out tonights big shot event. But they don’t. They enjoy. Boy, what glor­i­ous times were had. Here are my favor­ite pic­tures in those Ber­lin sum­mer nights 2010 ((and do I real­ize they’re mostly crappy lo-fi qual­ity? Yes, I do, but I rarely take my EOS along so that’s all we have and I sin­cerely apologize.)).