Berlin
I spent a week there in the early 2000s, crashing in a squat in Wedding, hitting galleries that were just someone’s apartment, basement bars, clubs that didn’t open until 3 AM. Everyone was young and making something. Everyone was broke. The city still felt half-rebuilt, figuring itself out—you could feel the weight of the 90s split, but also this weird freedom because nothing had solidified yet. Room to move. Room to fail. That’s what I remember most. Haven’t been back since. I don’t want to see what it’s like now.