I went to Berlin to celebrate New Years. It was an option that won only to Ibiza. But having done that last year, it was preferable to do something more out of the ordinary.
What else was cooler than Berlin?
With history seeping from every building, wall and street; music that filled every crevice and art on every corner, it would be the best destination to practice the infamous eat-sleep-rave-repeat experience.
On the last day - morning rather, we decided it was blasphemy to come to the city of music and not pay respects to it's heart. Berghain. Coming to Berlin and not ( attempting ) going to Berghain was like going to Jerusalem and not making a pilgrimage to the Western Wall.
Yet that was only the easiest part of the mission. With heavy rumours that only the chosen few pass through the concrete gates of the bellowing post-Stalin structure, we could very well have been back down the frozen gravel pathway as quickly as we'd marched up it.
Thankfully no four hour demonic queue waited us upon arrival. In fact we happily almost skipped to the front at the glee that the railings were hauntingly free. Maybe a little too happily. The four doormen glanced us up and down, a snigger or two were launched unashamedly in our faces. I quickly wiped the smile off my face. I tried to look as nonplussed as I could, searching for the famous Sven Marquardt who was - quite obviously, not present.
As we walked through the dark, sky-high ceiling room it dawned that we were walking into something special. Words could not explain what the last three hours had brought us into. I was like a child, often having to snap myself out of the awe and pull my jaw off the floor. It was mesmerizing. Beautiful. Addictive. The main floor's music was techno - a genre that I seldom liked, but I found myself finding the rhythm, my body surrendering to the beat. I found out later that it was Luke Slater - a techno legend, who was serving up breakfast. Later on a shimmy on up to the front of the dance floor for a glimpse of the DJ and I saw a master - cool, calm, collected and in sync with the heart beat.
As cheesy as it looks - pretty chuffed he re-tweeted me.