Mart-deBlog

Berghain is a techno club, hidden behind storage buildings, housed in an an industrial communist-style building. The bouncer face is tattooed all over and his skin pierced. Everyone is frisked and cameras are too be handed in separately. Entering, you find yourself in a huge hallway, with pillars repeating off into dark space. Having passed the wardrobe, you walk the stairs and enter the spacious dancefloor, an underground universe reminiscent of the club scene in Blade. Naked men dance fiercely on the thumping beat of the electronic music, transvestites walk around fabulously. Freaks appear in their normality here. The dark dancing room splits off into numerable alleys, another floor, separate bars, darkrooms, sexchambers and metal walking bridges. I have seen the most creative DJs in this wonderful place, electronic music that can be felt in your stomach. I lost myself here in my weekends, solitude adventures, or sharing in ecstasy with friends. Berghain was my rabbit-hole into Berlin's nightlife. One never leaves before dawn, one never leaves without stupor. It is attractively kitsch, partly a show, partly real; but always a dream...