I always perceived the stretch of land between Ostbahnhof and Warschauer Straße always as a no-man’s-land. The part that is located south of the S-Bahn tracks – mostly because the East Side Gallery is more a tourist spot than a place of daily life – is as alien to me as as the northern part, that is dominated by warehouses, hardware and central markets.
If it wasn’t for Berghain I might have never noticed the strange isolation of this small inner-city island that was built at the historical site of the former Wriezener Bahnhof and its tracks. Always wondering what might be stored in there, it takes a couple of minutes to pass these depots of innumerable miles of shelving. I still remember this late summer weekend in 2010 quite well, when we left the club at dawn, climbed up to the roof of one of the warehouses and sat there to enjoy the first warm shafts of sunlight. We stayed for quite some time and were not bothered by anyone, let alone the owners or the police, simply because there wasn’t a soul in sight.
Having had my camera with me whilst on my way to a concert, I recently took the opportunity to capture the nearly deserted, yet well lit and oddly calm scenery that evolved on a Wednesday late evening.