Oranienburger Tor

Behind an old building in eastern Berlin, with its so East side architecture, the time seems timeless, nothing new from outside. There's something like an empty and big parking lot, and the building seems to be abandonned. The kind of place that you imagine is inhabited by homeless, junkies or whatever else.

It is Saturday night and my friend is taking me there. From the street corner you realise the place is not at all empty, neither is a parking lot. People get in and out throught a 32ft door. The place is dressed with lights, live music, young people and a lot, really a lot of beer. Small carps serve as a place to sit and bar service. The walls are painted with graffitti art, pieces of wood, rims of tractors and remainders are the true furniture and no one of them is here by coincidence.

"There is a Mexican bar, Zapata, with the image of General Zapata in a 10ft wall. My friend needed to go to the toilet, but there was a 3€ charge! Some feet away from the bar's main entrance was the exit door. Breaking the rules he get in that way, and he saved 3€"