patrick jonkman

In May 2015 I went to Berlin, the city that is symbolic for the division of the world in the Cold War era. A city with a strange wall in her past. Not for protection against dangers from the outside, but a kind of prison wall, surrounding a place where everybody wants to get in. Berlin is like twins growing up separately. But twins that have grown towards one another during the 16 years of their reunion. It feels like an ant hill in the morning sun, a city in development. There is a lot of building going on. The bold spots are fading, but past and present are visible at the same time. And Berlin is never boring.