Windows on the World
“The form of the city changes faster, alas, than the human heart” – Charles Baudelaire Berlin is a city of some 3.5 million people. But my day typically begins with just one. Stumbling bleary-eyed from the bedroom to the kitchen, I catch sight of our opposite neighbour puffing on a cigarette, his large bulk leaning out of the window of his fifth floor ‘Plattenbau’ – the apartment blocks of pre-fabricated concrete with the pebble-dashed exterior thrown up in the 1980s. His presence is a reassuring constant. Berlin, as a city, feels in a constant state of flux: a mass of new buildings, roadworks, pop-up shops and tourists. The man – whose name I do not know – is mostly still, calmly inhaling the street life below along with the tar and the nicotine in his cigarette. I imagine he has seen much change, enjoying a front row view on the transformation of the 'Scheunenviertel' (Barn Quarter) from a drab, lifeless district during the Cold War to the epicentre of the hipster...