The Berlin ignorance
There is a certain Berlin attitude, with which I no longer manage very well. “Berlin is the coolest city in the whole of Germany, no, actually on the whole planet, but I can not say anything more cool than Berlin, since I live here, I am the same as an eagle in the food chain ham sandwich. ” In some minds, a sort of separate box system seems to be more deeply anchored than in India. This is just sorted by kilometers, which is your home away from Berlin (bonus points, if your mother has pushed you out under the Brandenburg Gate). In other countries, the visit is cordially received and something is held around. People guilty of the ignorance of Berlin, take it as a personal offense that you do not know every street. Play Touri-Guide? Never, you’re to blame yourself, if you do not know. We are also a great pity for explaining to you what a Späti is. And do not just make a beginner’s fault like standing on the left on the escalator, or else only the holy Quadriga may help you.
… and I used to be like this too
In the past I was hardly aware of this attitude, so I was less exposed to it. Subconsciously, I agreed, I must admit retrospectively. You come from a small town and are still proud of it, maybe even happy there? Oh girl, come and sit, we have to talk. For me, there were people who were lucky enough to be born in the best city in the world, and pitiful beings who had to live somewhere else.
And then I began to travel.
Travel is the best remedy for a lot. Above all, arguing against ignorance, arrogance and the edge of the box. My first big trip I joined alone after the Abi: Classic 8 months Australia, Work & Travel. On the trip and all the others, months of backpacker trips that should follow, met so many people with so many attitudes and fascinating life stories. Surprise surprise: No one lived in Berlin. Funny but I also met many who were similarly enthusiastic about their home country, which is why I am not even so sure that this problem is Berlin-exclusive.
Back again, Berlin seemed to me like a small bubble in this gigantic world. And that’s kind of it, too. It was just not everything I knew and loved, but the most beautiful homebase I could imagine for myself. Somewhere at this time, it was then for the first time really negative: the Berlin ignorance and arrogance.
“Berlin above everything else”
There are two types of people who overly hype Berlin:
- The native Berliners, who never even thought about it, that it could be nice elsewhere. Their universe extends from Spandau to Köpenick.
- People who moved here, who had Berlin pictures instead of popidol posters on their walls when they grew up. The Berlin fanboys, who live their wet childhood. These are the worst. One has the feeling that they have for a long time made a picture of Berlin based solely on stereotypes. And now that they are at last Berliners, they try to live this picture as much as possible, so they cover the stereotypes infinitely. I am sometimes the thesis that this Berlin “hipster” image does not originate from natove Berliners, but from people who moved here, who again thought that this style would be typical Berlin. Practical as a self-fulfilling prophecy. This sort of draws are the ones who post on Facebook to their status on Sunday afternoon, that they are just with their friends in Berghain – they are all tagged, of course. How else should any Kevin from their homeland know three fields behind Waldfrieden know that they now finally belong to the cool Berlin kids? They gave up their old style completely, which was much too lame. They now wear jute bags, minimal and exclusive sneakers. They are not themselves, but who wants to be himself if one can as well mimic the cool Berliner? If you scroll through old Facebook photos, you’ll find an abrupt change from pink shirts and chinos to jogging pants, cap and t-shirt. At last the spear is turned over. At last they can smile at the outsiders who are turned off in front of them in the club queue, because they have dared to get dressed.
Berlin is a great city, but for a variety of reasons, I wish I had more peace and less hype. Perhaps I could then also run through the Bergmannstrasse again – as before.
Sweater: Billabong (similar)
Patent leather pants: H&M (similar)
White sneakers: Reebok
Red socks: Noname
Bakerboy Cap: Kleiderkreisel
Big thanks to Max for the cool and spontaneous pics!