So I found a WG in Kreuzberg, but I was quite surprised when I first visited it for a quick check. “This is Kreuzberg? Really?” In my three years of living in Berlin, I’d never once made it beyond the Kottbusser-Tor-Kreuzberg that I love. Kreuzberg 36: rough, dirty, charmingly different. And here I am in Kreuzberg 61: it’s clean and tidy. Good looking people in expensive clothes dominate the sidewalks on sunny afternoons. Cafés, restaurants and tall, beautiful Altbauten make the scenery. I guess this is what people mean when they talk about Berlins gentrification. The difference in Kreuzberg 61 and Kreuzberg 36 is not just the post code, from where the names derive; it’s a whole culture. Or is it?
Nightlife has ceased to exist, although people do tell me that this particular area wasn’t so bourgeoise back in the days of Westberlin. Everyone is grown up here, the graffitis are being removed from the walls. It’s relaxing, but it’s also very sanitized and eco-trendy. I don’t feel like I belong here at this time of my life. The Victoriapark is very different from Görli.