Towns like human lives.

Human life is colour, and where there is human life there is colour. Where there is human life there is design; lines that shows the inmost stroke of mind. Urban designs are the maximum concentration of human showing; the human dream turns into building. Towns are receptacles of invisible human thrills. Old and young thrills. Alive and dead thrills. The old sensations that passed away vibrate on the walls of Berlin like the feelings in an old human heart. Old cities are like old human beings; they always have a young soul despite the course of years.

The white forest of Tiergarten.

Once it was a garden of animals. Some years later, a hunting area. The aristocracy of Prussia chased deers and wild pigs. Nowadays  it is a green area inside Berlin. Well... In fact, the day I took these photos it was a white area. I talked with a muse of the forest.  She promised me tons of inspiration. On the limbs of the fir trees, I found lost words, secret messages, outlaw verses, hidden rage waiting the liberation, hidden love waiting the proclamation of the beauty's government. I stepped the silent snowy ground, and it was soft like an impossible mattress. My children played and laughed. They read the merry stories imprinted in the core of the forest. The white forest of Tiergarten harbors the magical power of the mind. I belong to Tiergarte and I will go back there. 

The soul of the current Berlin. Hackescher Markt. 39 Rosenthaler Strasse. Haus Schwarzenberg.

There's a place in Berlin that can't be defined. In the 39 Rosenthaler Strasse, there's a discreet and disguised gate; a hole in the front of some old jew houses in Hackescher Markt. Beyond the gate, we find a magic courtyard, with thousands of Graffities, and many strange doors that guide us towards strange and secret spots.

In this gloomy courtyard there is an arts cinema, a couple of alternatives cafes, galleries, some strange shop. This place has an atmosphere of anarchy, as we were in the pre-war slums.

There also is a museum about Anna Frank. 

Some people say that this place is an oasis in the middle of the gentrified heart of Berlin. Others have said that for getting a proper feeling of the soul of the current Berlin you have to go to Haus Schwarzenberg. I'd say that this uncommon point in a tech town expresses what Berlin is and what it hides inside its meaning.  

I love this Berlin. Berlin Wall East Side Gallery.

Because I love freedom, and I believe in individual freedom. Because I find beauty in the chaos. Because I think that another world is possible... I love Berlin.

Because I hate the walls, and because I love the people who overthrow the walls and then turn it into artworks... I love Berlin.

Because I love the woods, the immense woods inside the towns... and the snow in winter, and the children making an snowman... I love Berlin

Because I like the people who condemn the past of their country and proclaim the right to the freedom for everybody... I love Berlin.

Because I believe in the anarchy in the painting lines, in the colors, in the urban beauty, in the open minds, in the life's pace... I love Berlin.

Because the current Berlin is the hell of Hitler... a town where a girl can kiss freely a girl in a subway car, where a black boy kiss a white and blonde girl, where people of different races and typologies going out to have a good time in saturday night... a Berlin enemy of obedience and uniformity... I love this Berlin, deeply German and deeply human. 

Ich bin ein Berliner!