Taking a little break from writing about Iceland but not taking a break from writing about wide open spaces, greenery and nature — this time right smack in the middle of the city.
Berlin always does things with a bit more edge, as if it were the brooding, grittier sibling of other European cities.
Indeed, not as gracefully pretty as Paris, imposingly grand as Austria, polished-cosmopolitan as London or old world-wow as Rome, Berlin’s underlying charm lies not in the first impression it gives you but in the way it makes you realize how effortlessly it turns the mundane into something more intriguing. You know, like how a good leather jacket, a Berlin style staple, works.
Whether its through splattering their ho-hum facade with endless graffiti, morphing ordinary concrete structures into the greatest music hubs ever or, in this case, turning their abandoned airports into one of the most interesting parks in the world, this city does everything with so much unpretentious cool.
Tempelhof Airport used to be the main gateway to Germany and to the rest of Europe. The Nazis used it, West Berlin relied on it during the Cold War and the Beatles passed through it. Now, Berliners barbecue, picnic, stroll, bike, nap, have endless happy days on it — all 300 hectares of it.
Only Berlin can refresh this way.
Photos, Rio Jorolan.