Crickets and stars, summer nights are here. A cool end to an overheated day, if you want to run away from the loud roars of the football fans, or if you were ever melancholy about not having been a teen in 1950s America with their drive-in cinemas, the answer is in the Freiluft Kinos in Berlin Kreuzberg and Friedrichshain.
It is not an intractable attitude to informally continue calling this boulevard after the former CPSU (Communist Party of the Soviet Union) Secretary General’s name, as some do. In the spirit of the Stalinist era and not only: in his name, by his personal order and realised in his spirit even today his ghost continues to be felt there.
Nearing Schilling Strasse on the Karl Marx Allee a girl was struggling on her bike as she made her way to Alexander Platz. She could see the Fernsehturm TV tower as the menacing clouds were beginning to cover it and soon the tower looked as though it rose up towards infinity as it disappeared into the grey sky.