The Spreeufer often feels like an escape into another world – after the brutal winter we had here, it really feels like another planet entirely – and yet it is as fundamental and precious to Berlin as the Siegessäule. It’s simple: summers at the water; slapping the mosquitos off your neck while you’re sipping your cold beverage. Blowing smoke up in the air, where it lingers between you and the sun. The minimal beats matching the improvised beach huts and the mismatched lawn chairs. The reflections of the river in the early morning light, and a beautiful sunset.
Unless Mediaspree can be stopped, the Spreeufer is not going to last for very long anymore. East Central Berlin has probably just entered its last season before being torn down for business projects. I’m not sure how I feel about all of this.
Mediaspree might just be the first step sucking out Berlins soul. Then again, people have been claiming for years that Berlins soul is sucked out. But I still mighty enjoy it here. I believe that the friction between politics and free spirit are what makes Berlin so special. Berlin is a constrained nomadic: clubs, bars, stores and places are intertwined. They open and close with a high fluctuation. So who knows where else Bar 25 and Kiki Blofeld will settle next year? How about the WMF, having by now opened and closed its doors 8 times, of each in different locations?
Berlins institutions are legendary for a reason: they’re elusive, and only a handful of people get to be part of the myth. Soon, mid-twenties will remember the Spreeufer and say it was the best thing Berlin has ever offered- much like todays 30 year olds constantly complain about the scene in Kreuzberg and how Berghain was so much better when it was still Ostgut.
I don’t want to be careless, and I want to make a point in protesting Mediaspree at the official demonstration (or riot, depending on the mood).