My life used to be amazing. I was one of those commuters who took the 8 AM train every morning, rode the elevator up to the 7th floor in a big office tower, powered her computer up and only left the building for a short lunchtime walk. To make sure we wouldn’t get too much daylight, the architect had even darkened all of the office’s windows. As a result, even on the sunniest days, it seemed as if we were witnessing dusk on a grey day in January – no temptation to go out, whatsoever.
And suddenly life changed. (image courtesy of evali / photocase.de)
I remember the first time. Of course I do. I had read about it, I probably knew what to expect. But still I wasn’t fully prepared and I was touched in a way that I never could have predicted. The way the street opens up to you straight from Alexanderplatz, the tall buildings, the towers at the far end, the tiles and ornaments, the mosaics and the Fernsehturm watching over you from behind.Karl-Marx-Allee: it was love at first sight. This was without a doubt one of the most amazing streets I had ever seen.
My first time on Karl-Marx-Allee (2007)