I called my brother and said “guess where I was today?” to which he immediately replied “Berghain.” He was joking and I wasn’t.
My friend Peter wanted to go see a DJ (Phase Fatale) on a Sunday. Usually Sundays are easier to get in since it’s mostly locals. I didn’t anticipate getting in and we had a plan b in place which was to get brunch and sit in the sun after we got the inevitable “heute leider nicht” at the door.
We queued for an hour and watched groups of people get sent on their way. Finally, we got to the door. The bouncer looked us up and down and gave a “ah what the hell” kind of shrug and motioned us inside. Peter and I looked at each other in disbelief and went through.
I don’t really know how to describe the experience but it was even cooler than everyone had told me. It looks like a club/bunker from the underworld. Candles lined the bar since the inside is eternally dark. I grabbed a radler and went to the dance floor. I danced and had my head on a swivel. While I was waiting at the bar, a guy asked me if I was a well-known German climate activist (lol).
To be fair, we do kind of look alike.
Peter and I found a cube and sat down with a water and took in our surroundings. Once we left, my eyes had to readjust to the bright sunny day that existed outside of the bunker walls.
I came home, walked Russ, made something to eat and settled in for the night.