Portrait of a Berlin currywurst seller

Portrait of a Berlin currywurst seller

rich parents who frequent the Kollwitzplatz seem to find a special pleasure in having an opinion to be said by apparently minor employees. A kind of weekly ritual, in which you willingly endure the Berlin snout, as a punishment for your invasion into the city and the loss of the former coolness. It is almost like a masked ball of feudalism, in which you are looking for your penance and then proudly report on this authentic Berlin experience.

The charm of the old curry stand on Kollwitzplatz may have disappeared, but a worthy replacement in the form of the Grumpy Crêpes seller found its place. Its hard and just species attracts customers from various cities who are willing to be surprised by his merciless honesty. The atmosphere is characterized by blunt directness and a certain gruff that customers enjoy with a cozy shudder.

The scenery on Kollwitzplatz turns into the Côte d’Azur East Berlin, where the rich parents sow themselves in a network of relationships and feelings of superiority. But as soon as the Grauburgunder flows, they become a loud and ordinary people while their unattended children provide chaos in the playground. Despite everything, the events on the market remains a unique experience that will repeat itself in a similar manner next week.