Berlin the Beautiful

Berlin the Beautiful

Just in Berlin to do some research for this documentary project about that city since 1989.

Although I’d been there briefly last year, I was slapped in the face by the changes. Which was, by turns, shocking and rather stingingly pleasant. It’s not just the physical morphing of the place – my getting lost in a city where I lived for 6 years because new buildings had sprung up at junctions where there had previously been Biergartens – but also the shimmer of the place, the taste in the air.

It’s been 15 years almost since that fateful November night when a tired and confused Communist spokesman, Günther Schabowski, gave a tired and confused statement at a late night press briefing and seemed to intimate that the travel restrictions between East and West Berlin had been lifted. At which utterance, an alert and agitated populace poured down to one of the border crossing points- Bornholmer Strasse – to see whether this infact meant that the Berlin Wall was passable. In the face of so many bullish Berliners, the tired and confused boarder guards let them through. And thus the Cold War ended. And, in the World’s eyes, Berlin changed overnight from the grey, shameful bruise WWII left behind into a place of partying, where jolly, smiling East and West Berliners danced together on the top of the crumbling Wall and the future seemed impossibly hopeful.

15 years is a significant period. One could almost say that the post- Wende period is now done. (Wende is the mild German term meaning the “turning point” used to describe those momentous months in 1989/90.) 15 years after an event it starts to seem regressive and unhelpful to still define yourself by it. So the long slog of “die Nachwendezeit”in Berlin might be done. What happens now will have to have another definition. Perhaps post-Euro, or perhaps post-Accession of the Eastern States.

There’s no doubt that the effects of Unification (which took place at relatively breakneck speed, in June of 1990) are still being felt. Whether it was the cyclical run of macroeconomic recession that knocked the German economy for six in the late 1990s and early Noughties. Or whether it was the painful transfer of €1250 billion worth of subsidies from the West to the ailing East German economy it’s hard to say. Whatever the causes, the present economic situation is very brüchig. The goverment of Berlin is completely bankrupt with a debt of €53 billion around its neck. A drastic set of cuts to Germany’s generous unemployment benefits – a measure known as Hartz 4 – has left the whole population both jittery and angry. The night before I left I was walking back from Friedrichstrasse across the main monumental thoroughfare in Berlin, Unter Den Linden and got caught up in what’s known as the New Monday Demonstrations.

The Monntags Demonstrationen began 15 years ago, on October 2nd 1989, as the citizens of Leipzig bravely took the streets after a Monday evening Church service at the Nikolaikirche. This was brave indeed, given that earlier that year demonstrations in Berlin had been brutally supressed by the East German secret police (the Stasi) and protest in any East German city would almost certainly lead to mass arrests and dispersal. On this occasion the Police didn’t open fire and the protests gathered pace. By the 6th November, 500,000 Leipzigers (nearly the entire population of the city) were marching demanding fair elections and the freedom to trave. In the context of 40 years of ubiquitous police repression and political threat these Leipzigers, later Dresdeners and Berliners were extremely brave. And without them the Wall would still be in place.

That German citizens are now taking the name of the Monday demonstrations almost seems a travesty of the historical protests. In 1989 it was about freedom from an oppressive and unelected regime. In 2004 it’s about money . Under the austerity measures of Hartz 4, the long term unemployed will no longer get 65% of their last salary indefinitely. After a year they will fall back to a monthly lump sum of income support (around €300 a month). Clearly the well-feathered nest that most Germans enjoy is really under threat. Having grown up in an essentially Thatcherite work world, it’s hard for young Brits to really sympathise much. But from a German viewpoint it’s gaspingly harsh. I was talking to a producer in the TV industry who’s in his early 50s. He had worked for more than 30 years in the very lucrative world of German commercial TV, he’d barely been unemployed and had mainly been under long-term contracts. All that time he had paid hefty taxes partly to secure a safety net in case of extremis. (The standard rate of German tax is around 43%). With the collapsing job market in Berlin (currently at 18% unemployed) and the familar trend of employing only the young and attractive, he’s feeling the threat of unemployment keenly. And he’s from the most financially blessed quartal of the population. In some of the former East German States (states like Brandenburg which surrounds Berlin) people have already been unemployed for years despite numerous re-training schemes. They’re going to be hit hard by any cuts. A fear which is reflected in Brandenburg’s recent election of several members of the far-right NPD party into the State Govermnent.

So far, so gloomy. But there is another trend in the populace that I noticed: a sort of grim gaiety. Berlin doesn’t feel like a bankrupt city. Obviously billions of euros structural investment means the trams, trains. roads. the fabric of the city is so much brighter than even 5 years ago. In the central Eastern districts of Mitte, Prenzlauerberg, Friedrichshain, the galluping pace of gentrification has run its course and left a chic and freshly painted city-centre full of galleries and delightful cafés. But even on the once irremedial outskirts of the City, things look smarter. The Eastern airport Schönefeld is slick and simple. The people travelling in from the East on the S-Bahn are better-dressed, more smilining healthier looking than when I lived there. The formerly grey high-rise mazes of Marzahn and Höhenschonhausen have been relandscaped and given a lick of paint. Now law students from the Humboldt University move out there looking for cheap rentals in relatively smart surroundings.

Also the threat of financial collapse doesn’t seem to have dampened the City’s spirits. Indeed culturally and socially it seems spunkier than ever. After more than 3 years of cutbacks and erosion of the generous social provision they grew up with, Berliners seem to have decided to just deal with it. Arena, one of the most vibrant exhibition/concert spaces in the city is a case in point. Based in a vast old DDR bus depot, right up against the former Wall on the Treptow/Kreuzberg border, Arena used to be a party space for big raves when I lived in Berlin and for occasional art events. (Mnouckine’s Theatre de Soleil played there, as did Peter Stein’s epic Faust perfomance). Now, just as the financial situation looks grimmer than ever, the owners have decided to pull out all the stops and push on with some huge new projects… The evening I was there Slipknot were playing in the main hall, down on the river they’d build a fantastical infinity pool of chlorinated water which floated in the grey waves of the Spree, with multiple wooden jetties with deckchairs and hammocks, there was a restaurant/bar ship called SS Hoppetosse and next door there was an extraordinarily fresh gathering of young Berlin Gallerists, called Kunstsalon.

The art scene is infact where the New Berlin Republic really comes into its own. Visual arts have always been very strong in the city, despite the terrible cull of progressive arts by the Nazis and then by the Communists. Since the Wall came down, the streets of Mitte and Prenzlauerberg, have become warrens of galleries and exhibitions space. Every other building houses a quirky gallery-space or a watering-hole for quirky artists and their gallerists. And the Autumn is the season for art. Collectors and artist from around the world crowd into town for the ‘art forum’ and the ‘kunstherbst’ in September, this year even more because of the opening of the controversial Flick Collection at the main modern art gallery, Hamburger Bahnhof. (Controversial because Christian Flick’s family wealth was in part the result of slave labout from the Nazi period.) The idea behind this Kunstsalon at Arena was to create a fresh space away from the already commercially-calcified ‘artforum’ which only caters to the big-hitters of the Scene. Based on the legendary art salon set up by the collector Paul Cassirer in Berlin at the beginning of the C20th which broke away from the formal Academy and talked about then-unheard of Impressionists and German Successionist painters, this ehibitions has 34 individual displays in the vast 40, 000 square metre Glasshouse at Arena. And having seen and been rather underwhelmed by the Flick Collection in the morning, I was swept away by the energy, vitality and wit of the stuff at the Kunstsalon.


Far from gloomy, Arena seems to sum up the more dynamic go-getting energy in Berlin these days. Talking to the Press Officer for the place, Lone Bech, she explained how the gallerists who approached her with the idea for Kunstsalon were quite clued up about the marriage of art and money. After decades of enormously subsidised culture on both sides of the Wall, visual arts particularly have embraced the prickly forests of independent sponsorship. Other fields are less clued-up to these new realities according to Bech. For example, Arena is also planning a marvellous-sounding festival called “Berlin 36” where 36 filmmakers are given 36 hours to storyboard, film, edit and screen their films in a concluding festival. The filmmakers involved love the idea but really freeze when faced with the stark need for meeting sponsorship application deadlines. It’s as if – after years of happy, Lotos-eating somnolence – the sudden need for concrete action and commitment is freaking some sections of Berlin out. Still, with outfits like Arena girding their loins to brazen out the current recession, this could be the most exciting time for the Arts in Berlin since…well, since the Wall fell.

1 Comment

  1. Inanna

    July 19, 2005 at 7:28 pm

    As a former exchange student, I spent time in both East and West Germany. I enjoyed this very much and look forward to when I can return to the former East and see what has changed.

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