Dealing (or not Dealing) with Berlin’s Crappy Weather

Dealing (or not Dealing) with Berlin’s Crappy Weather

photo: Maximilian Streich

My infatuation with Berlin knows no boundaries. If all else fails, I plan to become like one of these viral stories ladies who marry Eiffel Tower or something, and be officially Mrs. Berlin. Its unpretentious coolness, its chilled vibe and inclusive, tolerant attitude, makes it #citycrusheveryday. There’s only one instance when Berlin poops right inside my soul: those grey, rainy days when Berlin experiences an identity crisis, raining cats and dogs for hours at a time, forgetting completely what season it’s supposed to be.

First of all, this is not even a season. I mean in winter you look out the window, grey, wet: you process this information and dress accordingly. With this mess of a weather you don’t know what to wear anymore, because even if it’s pouring it’s 25 degrees, so you’re both cold and sweating, ending up in a fur coat flip flops and an umbrella, looking like a pimp in the middle of Kotti. Setting aside the constant headache from the humidity,  this weather also messes with your general will to exist: suddenly the outside of your house feels so hostile, the slightest relocation is certain to have you drenched, so there goes your motivation to go to work, to the supermarket, to your friend, anywhere.

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