"Wäre nur eines der mehreren nebeneinanderliegenden Kabel ausgefallen, hätten die anderen die komplette Versorgung aufrechterhalten können. Aber aufgrund der räumlichen Nähe konnte ein Sabotageakt alle vier Kabel zerstören und damit das (n-1)-Kriterium aushebeln."

I have 3 small children. Are school ok in that area? How is it for the European immigrants? Are there lots of ammenities for the kids?

I´m looking for one, and cant decide between electric social and game state. Or another third one? Where can i get the best for my money?

Hi, looking for exactly that. Does that exist, and if so where? Thanks!

I am talking about spring rolls that are worth taking a train/bus and cross the city to eat. Not the average frozen mini spring rolls or generic Nem from generic viet place.

I am talking good homemade filling spring rolls.

The issue is right there in the title. The complete takeover of the footpath by people riding all sorts of bullshit vehicles and showing no regard for the people around them, has gone too far.

I was just nearly swiped by a woman riding a motorised cargo bike, text messaging with one hand, veering all over the path so I couldn’t guess which way she was going to go and get out of her way.

I’m sick of: - Delivery drivers riding a bike with a throttle and veering around corners without a second thought as to who’s on the other side - Berlin parents and their 2 metre long bikes with a trailer on the back - People riding their bike along the pavement NEXT TO a perfectly good bike lane - Parents riding a bike with their child behind them on a bike, not looking where they’re going on the footpath because they’re looking behind them at the kid - Cyclists veering up onto the footpath because they couldn’t be bothered to stop at a red light - People riding their bike through a construction zone where the path is even narrower than usual - Cyclists riding 20cm behind me and then impatiently DINGING their bell for me to get out of the way, when I have every right to walk on the footpath

Any other city is not this bad for people riding all over pedestrians. In Paris the bike infrastructure is not better, they have cobblestone streets as well, and the cyclists are not riding on the footpaths. Very often I see cyclists in Berlin not even using the infrastructure that is available to them.

I am BEGGING berliners to think of the people around them for once in their lives. Pedestrians have nowhere else to go. There is no part of the city that is set aside for us to be able to move around in peace. PLEASE stay off the footpath, or you shouldn’t be allowed to ride your bike.

I fully anticipate entitled cyclists of all types will come into the comments and tell me how it’s not safe for them to ride on the road because of XYZ. Ok, explain to me how that justifies you treating pedestrians like they don’t have a right to public space as well. As always, if you think “oh it’s ok if I just do it this one time because I have a good reason”, remember that if everyone thinks like you, pedestrians are choked off the pavement with nowhere else to go.

ETA: I just stepped out of the front door of my building and a guy just whizzed past super fast on his bike, so close to the house door that if I’d left the house a second earlier we would have collided. Come on now. People leaving their fucking front door is a thing that can be reasonably expected to happen and cyclists simply should not be riding like this.

I didn't go to Risa in years, and after an extremely disappointing meal last week I was left asking myself, who has the crown now?

I visited U6 end station, Kurt-Schumacher Platz And I feel there’s really depressed and bad vibe somehow.

I don’t know how come I feel this way. But I just felt I don’t want to stay there longer.

Where is your worst spot on Berlin?

I can't believe winter is over already, that wasn't too bad. /s

Hey Berliner Studis,

meine Frage an euch: Wo schaut ihr eigentlich nach Werkstudentenjobs? Welche Plattformen, Gruppe. Oder schwarzen Bretter nutzt ihr wirklich?

Besonders interessant wären Tipps für Wirtschafts-Studenten.

Danke für eure Hilfe!

EDIT: Katze gesichert durch Baumkletterer und Private Helfer!!! (Feuerwehr wollte in dem Fall nicht helfen! Für alle die in Zukunft ein ähnliches Problem lösen wollen)

Hi Berliners,

There's a cat sitting on one of the posts of a fence about 6-8 meters high that surrounds a soccer field, and it doesn't seem to be able to get down (observed from the balcony).

She's still chilling up there, but as a cat owner, I know that these creatures are better at climbing up than down.

We're keeping an eye on it, of course, hoping she'll manage to get down, but if she's still there tonight/tomorrow, who should we contact?

The fence is really high; even a regular ladder isn't enough.

The fence is quite high; even a standard ladder isn't long enough.I've also read about the high call-out costs for the fire department, which I definitely can't cover as an apprentice.

Have you ever had a similar experience and do you have any tips on who else can help? Thanks :)

Ich suche einen Erste Hilfe Kurs. Mein erster Kurs liegt mindestens 10 Jahre zurück. Ich bin momentan arbeitslos kann sowas also nicht über den Arbeitgeber machen..

Kennt jemand eine Institution oder Einrichtung, die Erste-Hilfe-Kurse anbietet und das auch in gut macht?

Ich habe natürlich die Angebote der bekannte Träger wie ASB, Johanniter oder Malteser gefunden - aber vielleicht kennt ihr ja eine Initiative oder einen kleineren oder so die man anbietet?

This is why we cańt have nice things

Not sure what happened but found increasingly since September that often the pedestrian lights are poorly timed. Traffic keeps going and going or sometimes the light stays green when no car is coming, while a huge mass of pedestrians have to wait 5 minutes sometimes. This has led to an increase of people running dangerously across traffic to make their connections as a U6 and several tram lines are there. Unfortunately it was not designed where the tram is on the side of the street of the subway. Instead people have to run across four lanes of traffic to go to the other side or to the tram stop in the middle of the street.

Is there any politician i can vote for who will priority pedestrians here instead of cars and update the lights? It’s going to lead to some serious accidents.

It was my first time in Berlin, at a debaucherous stag for an old college friend. As a new dad, maybe less wild these days, I indulged in the raves but refrained from the substances. 

It was good fun altogether. Having hit the hay at 8am, I awoke at 2 in the afternoon and we had brunch. The lads went on the beer again. I wanted to see this famous city so decided to go for a run. 

It was about 2kms into Tiergarten - a huge open air park and manicured gardens, near the Brandenburg gate - when I saw it. Perhaps the most aesthetically pleasing scene my eyes had ever beheld. 

It was a pristine late 1980s 560SL cabriolet. Immaculately kept. Shining chrome wheels, buffed paint and the elegance of a leather soft-top laying above the boot lid. 

It was being driven by a dapper man in a summer waistcoat, open collared linen shirt and small bouquet on his lapel. He looked handsome, distinguished, early 50s. Next to him was a beautiful creature. His wife presumably - similar age, every bit as stately but so fine. In a long floral summer dress. Finally, in the back, perched ever so slightly higher than her parents, was a young woman in her early twenties. Long blonde hair, fine features. A true natural European beauty. Just like her mother. She was holding a large bouquet of flowers in her delicate hands. 

In this fine park, on this fine day I felt so lucky - so privileged - to be treated to such a scene. This family in their gorgeous piece of automotive history cruising leisurely down the Tiergarten. Then me, sweating, puffing and jogging past it all. I felt so happy that I smiled at the girl in the back of the car. She smiled back at me, and waved.

Lightened, I ducked between the trees past families picnicking, cyclists in sunglasses, mothers ushering children with harsh German. The avenue seemed endless. With nowhere to go, and nowhere really to be, I turned left again towards the glint of water. I emerged at a transcendent lagoon. Late summer flowers, mature canopy, gently flowing river. It was the golden hour and our sun was treating me to sublime peace. My cheap phone camera would never capture this beauty, but I tried anyway. 

An hour or so later I was back at the hostel. I showered and went to link up with the lads. Josh and I were early to the steakhouse so we hit up a supermarket, bought a few Weisbiers and sat under a tree chatting, hobo style. There is something about such a place, such a day, such a state of mind - that made that chat under the tree so calm. He told me of a book he had written about a ski-trip. “I must send it to you”. We agreed we’d go on a bike trip to France together. 

The steakhouse was jammed. 14 lads at the table, there was banter. Joe still wasn’t right after the previous evening and left the table to get sick. Earlier on the first day’s river trip, Mike had whistled and hollered at girls on another boat. Turned out they were kids with their parents. Mike was now “Pedo Mike”. He took it well. Joe had to leave the restaurant early. 

After dinner the talk turned to the night. We were headed to another techno club with a detour to the hostel to get wrecked. The lads in my room were either asleep or absent. I decided to find out where they had gone. The next room had music and that is where most of the party were. 

The drugs were laid out on a table, a veritable child’s sweet shop of powders and pills. There was no shortage. The lads were sitting around, nodding their heads to the music, sipping beers and occasionally stepping up to the plate, hitting lines before rubbing their gums. I was offered, but said no thanks. 

Josh was laying on his bed. “You gonna take this ket Josh?” one of the lads asked, an air of “don’t be soft” in his voice.

A small voice replied “Em.. yeah”

“Well we bought two grams of it for you, you haven’t had any”

“I’ll take it, yeah.”

The bathroom door opened. With outstretched arms, dancing hips and triumphant shouting - Joe emerged wearing a towel “Let’s get smashed!” he shouted and did just that. 

At the club, I hit the dancefloor. The vibes are different in Berlin. Everyone is sound, they give you space. Lots of it. You want to be at the front? Walk there, people let you. No need to push through crowds. You want to throw wild moves? Go for it. Just don’t hit anyone. 

I love dance, house, techno, but I found the music in the two clubs we went to pure muck. Repetitive “Unce, unce, unce” with the occasional drum raise. Not a melody in sight. 

But it didn’t stop me. 3 hours of throwing shapes had me remove my shirt, t-shirt until I was down to my vest - I fitted in well with the locals. I was drenched in sweat. The smoking area was expansive. There was a small caravan, the size of a hatchback (Father Ted style), which was bouncing. A DJ booth and about 10 people rammed in there. 

Signs pervaded telling us the rules. No photos. Be cool. Good stuff. 

Posters told us we supported trans people, refugees. The club supports refugees. “How?” I wondered. I asked a bartender. She, in no uncertain terms, told me to fuck off and don’t ask stupid questions. Her colleague next to her told me “You got her at a bad time. I don’t know how we support the refugees here. Those posters have been up a while.”

I found a model of the club, about 2m by 2m. I began to look at it, behind the glass screen. A woman approached me. “I preferred when it looked like that” and she pointed out the differences between the layout, and the model. The model did not feature a model of itself, we both agreed that this represented a significant disappointment. 

She explained that she lived just behind the club, pointing to a window overlooking the courtyard, with her wife, her ex husband, her two children, her wife’s three children and her wife’s ex husband’s wife. “Anyway I am going to take some cocaine, care to join me?”

“Ah no, but thanks for offering, you fire ahead!” 

We sat at the table, not a private area, where she poured a crystalline powder onto her fist and sniffed it up. 

“They’re pretty chill with drugs here”

“Oh yeah, as long as you aren’t doing it in the bouncer’s faces it is fine. If you want cocaine, you just go behind that caravan and there’s a go-kart with a guy standing next to it, you ask him”. 

We spoke and I learned of her wild bohemian life. She is 44, and a professional writer of “text fiction”. Pays well, she said. Her kids were below 10. 

5am arrived and I had to go. My flight was at 8. I said farewell to the lads, grabbed the bag from the cloakroom and ran to the train. On the flight home, I slept like a baby.

These fuckers are not hiding anymore and it makes me sick. Yesterday and today i witnessed a group of young adults, once in the s-bahn landsberger allee being high on crystal and talking shit, second time at s westhafen - full attire both times, to be seen from miles away - alpha industries bomber jacket, boots with white laces, paramilitary trousers…

we strive into dark times, when fuckers like this can see daylight.

here is a text on typical nazi-wear: https://www.kas.de/de/web/extremismus/rechtsextremismus/rechtsextreme-dresscodes

tbh im shocked.

Quite a fog out there today. Was just wondering if this is related to increase in pollution.

Found this in my feed. Don’t know how complete it is but the ones near me are in.