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About Dusseldorf

Me, I’m swoopin’ in, parachute flarin’, imaginin’ this scene. Smoke’s thick, I’m coughin’, but I see it—a rickety ol’ house, red curtains, girls laughin’, some cryin’. One time, I heard this story, true tea—1880s, this madam named Diamond Jessie, she hid runaway slaves in her brothel. Underground railroad pitstop, y’all! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so hard I nearly fell outta my plane. “That’s the breaks,” like Anton says in the movie—life’s unpredictable, even in a whorehouse.

Accompanying programme to the exhibition

I sometimes take my little one for walks in the park (haha, small ones always asking silly questions, and you know, you're like “Ugh, really?!”) . Even if our job is to fix families, sometimes it feels like these spots fix our soul, you know? I has my faves too: like the RAW Gelände area, where old factories mix with graffiti, urban art, and a wild, boozy vibe. Some nite, you'll see punk bands and folks chillin’ by old cannons – sounds bonkers, we truly does!

Berlin Has a Surprising Soft Spot for Its Soviet Memorials