illustration: Mi Lewicz
Everybody in Berlin has some sort of crazy neighbour, right? And there are plenty of stories about them. The next submission of our Strange Magic series is exactly about meeting the new neighbours. The author, Yonatan David Weizmann, is an Israel-born writer living in Berlin since 2009. His works include radio dramas, short stories and magazine articles, and have been published in both English and Hebrew. He is currently an Masters student at Oxford University’s creative writing program. He also plays the trumpet and looks better with a beard.
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by Guest Author | 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
I love art. I really do!
A random evening in a smooth gallery in Auguststrasse where I went to see the work of just another young and “extremely” talented artist. That’s what the gallery owner said at least. I really love art and I’d love to buy some. But, like many people in Berlin who are aged between 18 and 35, I am quite short of money and the cheapest canvas of that evening cost more than 2.000 Euros.
Arriving at the gallery I met some friends I knew from Berlin’s nightlife who just came from another exhibition but weren’t able to tell me what was shown there and by whom. However, they are not as much into art as I am. They visit exhibitions for a single reason: grabbing as many free drinks as possible before going out to the clubs. They remind me of a swarm of bugs; the way they entered the room going directly to the bar without taking any notice of the exhibited paintings. I call them gallery hoppers…
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by Guest Author | People, Stories
