Columbiabad is one of my favorite resorts in summer, even though they’re constantly fucking me over by raising their prices.
I love everything about it: the distinct memory of my own childhood summers, the huge families thrashing over the juicy and fresh green lawns, the assortment of ice cream and certainly also standing in line for hours and hours in the afternoon on a weekend. It’s all good. At least I can get out of it whenever I want, and at least I don’t have to accidentally brush something beneath the water that could be either a crocodile or dirt. Standing natural waters? Hell no! I am all for the beauty of nature, but the lakes around Berlin are horrible to get to and even more crowded than the swimming pools. Here, at least, I get to watch people jumping from the 10 meter diving board. And the toilets, as well as the Pommesbude, are close by.