There is something I strongly dislike about Berlin: the cold. Actually, it’s not even the cold. It’s the duration of the cold season (which usually lasts from November to April, give or take a few weeks) in combination with the Siberian winds. So basically, you’ve got freezing temperatures and a strong gust of ice, hail and horizontal snow storms. I mean… there are nicer climates.
Nevertheless: I’ve learned to appreciate the pain, especially when the sun peeks out behind the grey skies. The cold makes everyone crave lust, life and love once spring returns. We learn to enjoy the milder months much more (at least that’s what I tell myself in order to justify my life choice of living here).
What I truly like about winter, despite freezing my hands off: the photography. There’s just something about the atmosphere that I can’t quite explain.