photos: Andrea Padoan
We’re all waiting for summer. We’re waiting for that true Berlin Summer. When there is no cloud at the sky, when the sun beams down mercilessly and the asphalt burns under our feet. Days that never end, days where we’re floating from park, to Späti to Balcony. We’re high on life, Vitamin D, wine and our best friend’s joint. These Berlin summer days create unforgettable memories. Memories that we share with our friends, or with that special someone. Maybe a romance, only for these steaming weeks of August, or maybe we keep that person by our side a little longer to warm us, embrace us for the cold Berlin winter months.
In his photo story photographer Andrea Padoan captures one of these special Berlin days. Two men spending a hot summer day at Tempelhofer Feld together. They have a few beer, Mate, and they have each other. Living in Berlin, it’s easy to relate. A day where time doesn’t matter anymore, nothing’s planned and we just live by the course of the sun. We wear the least amount of fabric, we eat whatever we want, we drink whatever we want, we are covered in sweat but no one cares because everybody is. One of these days where Berlin vibrates and stands still at the same time. We are all waiting for these days. Maybe they’re gonna come…
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by Andy | Photos, Stories
photo: Eylül Aslan
Without being too much New-Age-esque and yogi-like, I think we all agree that Berlin is a magical place. But unlike other metropolises that have per definition spectacular sites and magical corners such as Rome, Paris or New York have, Berlin’s magic cannot be described with another word other then strange or odd. The only way to capture it in real words is by telling the singular stories of our everyday life and exclaiming in the end: this is Berlin.
Exactly this stories we would like to hear from our readers. Together with our favorite independent theater the Sophiensaele we are curating and editing a print booklet entitled The Strange Magic of Berlin in which we would like to present stories by our readers and followers telling their experiences about the life in Berlin. This booklet will be available at the upcoming theater festival Strange Magic by the Sophiensaele. Please send in your short story of a maximum of 800 words in English or German to claudio@iheartberlin.de until November 14, 2013.
Together with the team of the Sophiensaele we will edit 10 stories to be printed and presented to the audience of the festival. Every participant will receive a copy and have the possibility to visit one piece of the festival for free. Also the stories will be presented online during the festival on here on I HEART BERLIN. We are very curious about your submissions!
by Claudio | Stories, Theater
Illustration: Fernando Vicente
Madhouse Berlin: Therapy Session Nr.2
The Problem with “Aunt Agony” or self-help columns is that even the cool ones deal with the topic of love. So here we are and before you start telling me about your evil ex-boy- or girlfriend who broke your heart fucking the much younger and horny trainee, you should know that this time I want to focus my attention on a certain kind of Berliner who is unable to love. This inability may be one of the most dangerous infections and so to warn all you innocent virgin readers how not to end up in a world of senseless promiscuity and sex crazed-addiction, I collected some useful insights for you after the jump.
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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
