On Saturday I went to a noon-to-midnight dance party at Stattbad. The DJs set up in the deep end of a drained swimming pool, and people danced in the slope to the shallow end.
There was a giant projector screen playing loops of bird flocks on the walls and ceilings. Giant inflatable tentacles reached into the air above the empty pool. There was a pillow fight at one point, and an inflatable liferaft was punched into the air above the crowd.
‘This is so fucking Berlin!’ I overheard heard at least five people say at various points and in various languages throughout the night.
I realize this makes me an unforgivable tourist, but I kept having the same thought. Days like Saturday are why I moved here.