Marcel Winatschek

Over the Görli

Görlitzer Park resists every attempt to describe it cleanly. Half communal lawn, half open-air pharmacy, entirely its own thing—the Görli sits at the center of Kreuzberg like a rumor that never quite settles. From above, the old train-station footprint bleeds into the green, the oval paths hold their shape, and the city presses in from every side. I’ve spent more afternoons there than I can reconstruct, watching the chaos arrange itself into something almost peaceful at dusk.