I live in Neukölln. Intermittently since 3.5 years. I never would have thought that it would take me some time in this remarkable district. Each passage through the major and minor roads feels a bit like Safari, it's bizarre Personages, whose existence would pass by one. Sometimes you want to stop and a little To study sometimes only with a telescope from a safe distance, or examine, I think quite often that bares its teeth, as nothing away. We read always in the media about Neukölln that only foreigners, unemployed and other (vulnerable) ambiguous figures, which are pushed well to the outer fringes of society life, dignity. Yes, always these prejudices ... But the fact is that there are really many, many, MANY people here are exactly that. The universe Neukölln is for many people after all very small. The fancy cars, the jets with extremely krawams through the main streets and loud music is heard from those Bumm Bumm driving steadily in a circle. up the sun avenue, Karl-Marx-Str. up, the Hermannstr up and back. Loop, endless and endlessly loud krawams Bumm Bumm music. Joining them will be a steel-hard confidence and egotism. I like to call "testosterone bombs" or the smaller "Testosteronbömbchen. For the Neukölln children are also very special. If they were cheeky, cheeky, stubborn and childish, they could tolerate and even, for that are, after all, the essential characteristics of children. But the Neukölln child is different. He clenched the harshness of life is already with 8 or 10 written on her face, really. Often one wonders at the sight of such a worm, if it even the whole Night have been through such a face is wrinkled with almost expressionless eyes to one. The pity is changing but always in trouble pretty quickly, as it thumps against one a disrespect that is accompanied by deep anger against the world. Status symbols such as cell phones are something like the Panini sticker albums relieve a little earlier and the acting dismal existence.
to the Neukölln "Mode" I have to say yes probably nothing more. But it's not all bad and not all black and white. I am quite happy I live here, really. But I do not live here. Usually it takes one then it somewhere else. Although there are now a whole barn full of great bars and the picture at least turns around Hermann Square. Gentrification is called that too. But that's another story ...
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