photo: Stephan Wita
At first it looks completely normal. Smiling at you, looking like the big city next door. Then, one day, it happens: The crazy comes out.
And I’m not talking about the good kind of party-night-life-crazy. I am talking literally insane. I am talking about one of these days where it seems Berlin is only inhabited by lunatics. The cyclops of the city crawl out and start coming after you. The city loses itself in a constant rambling and shoving and you start asking yourself, where all these maniacs emerged from? You’ve all seen them, mumbling in the metro, gazing at you in the shop, yelling at you on the street.
‚What did I do?‘ you will ask yourself. ‚Did this old man in a genie outfit just point at me and put a spell on me?‘ ‚Did this woman just urinate in the supermarket?‘ ‚What is this man doing in his dirty underpants, scaring people on the street?‘
But even more important: ‚Am I one of them? Am I the psychotic one here?‘ Truth is, both is accurate, probably. Some days, you’ll find that Berlin drives you crazy. And some days you’ll understand why. And you will still love it, despite or even because all of it’s nuttiness.
by Yasmin | Stories
I recently saw a disturbing 19th Century quote on the U-Bahn-TV which was a line from a song by Austrian composer Franz von Suppè that went: “You are crazy my child, you better go to Berlin!” How convenient is that? Since the 19th Century, Austrians and probably the rest of Germany have been spreading their propaganda to drive crazy people to Berlin. There must be some international conspiracy led by pharmaceutical multinationals wanting all the crazy people centralised here in Berlin, so as not to “contaminate” the rest of the population. It’s bad enough that we have the aliens here, now we have the nuts to be worried about as well.
We’re lucky enough that a big part of our iHeartBerlin.de office are psychologists – even if a lot of them are in need of psychiatric help themselves. Well, as one of the “healthy” ones, I am declaring war on this entire nuthouse! Therefore, starting today, I will start disclosing all hidden psychiatric disorders that Berliners have and I promise you that there are more than enough skeletons in Berlin closets to uncover.
So under the title Madhouse Berlin you’ll find the shocking truth about Berlin’s crazy inhabitants, which will hopefully entertain rather than scare you. By the way, I believe this city would be so much less appealing without it’s nutty inhabitants.
by Claudio | Stories
