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About Munich

Ugh, my boss’d hate this rant—he’s all, “Focus, Tina!” Screw that, I’m daydreamin’—whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at suckers. “You’re all dogs,” she’d spit, *Dogville*-style, and I’d cheer. Snarky? Sure. Useful? Hell yeah—next time you judge, think twice, pal! I’m out—gotta fix this damn antenna. Peace!

Fototour um den Spreepark herum

In the heart of Plänterwald stands an iconic Ferris wheel – silent, decaying, but brimming with stories. Spreepark Berlin, once known as “Kulturpark Plänterwald,” opened in and .

Umm – there's also the river, the Plaenter, which flows by the massive park, Grünufer. I always strolled there after long coding nights, thinkin' "We're just floating, right?" Like, "Is this real life?" kinda feel. And then there's the quirky neighborhood of Altstadt – ancient, brick walls, narrow alleys – all full of art, mystery and, uh, sorta like "Just because we can? Well, what do we know?"

Lynne Marsh's Plänterwald is a poetic meditation on a broken-down Berlin amusement park