Berlin has always been a city of extremes. In the 1920s, it was a cultural hub, alive with avant-garde art, dance, photography, and intellectual freedom—a magnet for creativity that still draws me in. The city's electric nightlife and bold artistic expression symbolized its spirit of rebellion.

Then came the dark period of the 1930s, when Berlin became the heart of the murderous Nazi regime.

After World War II, Berlin was divided, with the Cold War turning it into a battleground of ideologies, and the Berlin Wall standing as a symbol of division—but also as a place where art flourished once again. When the Wall fell in 1989, I witnessed the city’s rebirth as it embraced reunification.

For me, Berlin has always been more than just a place; it’s a red thread woven through my life, from my first visit at 18 to now, where its contrasts and resilience keep me coming back.