When I came to Berlin everything was dirty.
The streets were paved with dog poo, the punks were realy smelly and their dogs had bad hair cuts.
In winter you could hardly breathe as almost all houses in east Berlin had coal ovens – it stank to hell. There were still enough 2 stroke Trabbis on the roads to add some blue smoke to the brown one.
Every corner was covered in grafitti. Most houses were not renovated yet.
Last weekend I helped a friend move house. He now lives in one of those rare gems that tell exactly this story.
Man, I miss the dirty old days