Every evening you hear the sounds. It sounds like the sky falling down train rails. Everyone knows about the sound. No one talks about the sound. Your dog starts to bark. A thunder rumbles through the streets.
The swans on the Landwehrkanal know your secrets. Walk on, don’t look at them. You must walk past the ice cream van. At night bodies float westwards on the water.
Walking through all 3 parts of Dresdener Strasse feels like slipping through wet mirrors. Sometimes you can see lights on the watch towers. Do not look at the lights. Walk over the cobblestone line.
When you enter the U1 in the direction of Warschauer Strasse they eyes that lock onto yours are not human. You blink. Neither are yours.
There are strange creatures lose in the Wranglekiez every weekend. You can hear them scream, trying to escape the Kiezborders. They never manage though.
The lost hound of Paul-Lincke-Ufer enters your dreams every second Thursday and you can’t find any peace.
Between 2am and 4am every Kebab you eat turns into fruit Kebab. When you wake your insides are on fire.
Mariannenplatz. Rot. Verschrien.
You climbed the mountain once. And found what you thought was a church is not a church at all at the top. You look down and the rest of Berlin looks so small. So small. So small
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