I’m somehow indifferent about taking pictures in front of historical or memorial monuments, but in the case of Berlin, we made an exception to the rule. I simply loved the minimalist grey stone blocks that unnoticeably get bigger and bigger until you feel completely lost and somewhat imprisoned in concrete. Despite its sad background story, this monument captured me most. Such a gorgeous piece of melancholic art.
Normally, I’m more a fan of a city’s off-spaces, the hidden heterotopias in the Foucauldian sense – but not the crowded and dirty ones. In contrast, I’m really into abandoned places and urban voids. That’s the spots where the cityscape really starts to blossom out (to my mind).
(P.S.: Óskar is definitely the very best travel partner I could ask for.) x