![]() 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. Excitement almost exploded in our faces when we couldn't find a taxi, braving the Berlin cold on the deserted street of Torstrasse. But alas, out from the foggy distance, the cream chariot with a fuzzy yellow light atop its chassis came reigniting the excitement of our adventure. 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. Somehow - we got in. After a star-shaped frisk search, we were let on our way. The staff were all surprisingly nice. Smile on the dial, picking up things you dropped nice. 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. Bottom line is - Berghain is an experience every music lover should aim for. And as you walk with the concrete columns at your back, shuffling towards reality, your mind plays Rubik's cube with the thought .. what just happened ?
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10/6/2015 07:44:52 pm
Hey! hope you are doing really great. Berlin is a perfect place and a perfect city for the new year. It's so cool and wonderful. Berlin has so many great things to do, a lot of wonderful places to go as well as it has so many historical places also within it. N for new years eve it's a really great in fact wonderful idea. I really enjoyed your blog. It looks like you had a great time.
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7/11/2016 12:45:50 am
New Year is considered to be the most important and wonderful holiday in America. I spend my holiday with my family. I love to be with them. It is one of the most celebrated days in the world. I want to see more fireworks in the evening. I’m starting to buy present for my relatives. My family takes a participation in decorating a tree with toys, gifts and candies. I realize that new year’s day provides us the chance to celebrate having made it through another 365 days.
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