You just never know what you’ll find at Mauerpark. You certainly wouldn’t expect to karaoke sessions on a patch of land formerly patrolled by East German guards on the Berlin Wall’s infamous death strip, but Mauerpark defies its chequered past to provide a setting for locals to let their hair down.
At any given opportunity they flock to this flat field of abused grass littered by bottle tops to meet friends, throw a frisbee, kick a ball, crack open a beer, barbeque, play boules, juggle with fire, sing, dance, walk the dog – there’s even a Hundewiese for dogs to amble around at their leisure, meet other dogs, exchange phone numbers…
A Sunday flea market provides the opportunity to buy their fleas, but for me the highlight of Mauerpark is the freedom to do whatever you want coupled with the excitement of wondering what that will be.
Perched among the weeds on top of the bank, I look around and take it all in: the murmur of chatting, clinking of bottles, a burst of laughter, the thump thump thump of a basketball, the metal clang of a score, a dog yelping, a bigger dog answering, a reggae band starts up to my right, more thump thumping, clang, applause.
A group of friends call to a lost companion and a trumpet and guitar start up. Another burst of laughter. The friend finally catches up with his pals. “Hallo!” He greets them one by one. Hey! I know that guy! Gotta go…
Mauerpark | Relaxing | Free
Bernauer Straße 64 | Prenzlauer Berg
24 hours daily






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