You only have to look closely to discover the beauty of the industrial area. Where no tourist has ever been, the reporter walks to the factory tracks that lead to nowhere.
The true travel guide of Berlin has not yet been written, because it should also include the industrial areas.
There, where the corrugated iron halls line up, the construction trailers and material dumps. Where it smells of rubbish on one corner and of cocoa 100 meters away.
Where a sandwich and a cup of coffee don’t cost the earth and factory tracks end in nowhere. White smoke pours out of chimneys into the winter sky and a radio blares from a workshop.
You don’t notice any of this when you drive through the industrial area in your car. You have to make the effort and walk through it.
It is worth it! You meet the Italian delicatessen (retail and wholesale), discover a bookbindery (in the 4th generation) and the furniture maker, who can still apply shellac polish.
Here on the outskirts of the capital, Berlin is particularly hard-working – and also beautiful in its very own way.