Where do I start? Van, just the two of us, wild camping. Kreuzberger nights. Very close to the Tempelhof Feld. It’s so vast and it’s 355 hectares of recreational paradise.
The Neue Nationalgalerie was showing the usual (like Gerhard Richter), and the crude velvet rage beauty exhibition with unknown to me (and no doubt many) works from Andy Warhol. Many of which were not displayed until after his death in 1987, aged 58.
Then onto the KaDeWe for some retail therapy & a glass of sparkles:
And yes, we caught up with a few friends. It’s great to have the urge, but never the obligation!
And then the moment arrived. The reason we were even in da city: football!
built between 1934 & 1936
Football is not coming home this summer, but they tried!
