Klartext: public relations berlin

Our capital fascinates me. There has always lived a rugged breed of people who will yap at you as they think you need it. Many guests find this cheeky, but the gruff themselves find it time-saving. However, since the boom of Berlin’s milkshake plantations, there is also a second kind of typical Berliner, who is much more demanding: newly arrived capital city fans.

When someone tells you how great it is in Berlin and how you should move there, it’s practically always one of those fans. Old Berliners don’t care what you think of their city, as long as you stay out of their hair. The new fan doesn’t care, he justifies his life decision to live here on you. "Here there is everything", a colleague once said to me, who wanted to persuade me to move here, "Italians, Chinese, Kaufhof, Media Markt, you name it." Boah. Chinese restaurants and electronic discounters. "Wow", I said sarcastically. "Surely there’s also a HM." My spat sarcasm acid fizzled out without effect: "Yes! Two!!"

What always motivates the fan, just me vollzuschwallen? Probably it is because I do not care about Berlin. My favorite German city is Hamburg. I have nothing against Berlin. I have nothing for Berlin either. It just exists. As in love, however, the indifferent seems much worse than any hatred. One can still rub against hate. One can argue, both get into it. That’s not possible if the other person doesn’t care about the topic of conversation. And in a typical human way the fans get into monologues about the great thing about Berlin. It would have been interesting to listen to a conversation between a newly arrived milk foam plantation worker and a grumbling old Berliner. I would pay money for something like that. But for us it should be about something else: public transport.

Connection Stuttgart-Berlin (Prenzlauer Berg)

These days I visited Berlin again. If you do this from Stuttgart, you will experience the current strange social connection of both cities: Stuttgart residents move to Berlin, but often only partially. Sometimes they still work in Stuttgart, because there is more to do, which brings money. Sometimes they still live half in Stuttgart, because their social environment is spread over both cities. In any case they commute a lot. When Old Berliners and New Berliners from Stuttgart sit next to each other in offis, you can recognize the latter by the fact that they look like you imagine the hip Berliner to look at the moment: Mannerdutt, T-shirts and tattoos with a deeper meaning, beard, horn-rimmed glasses, emphatically expansive conversations about culture. Old Berliners, on the other hand, look like they always have. You could almost take them for normal Stuttgart or Hamburg people, until they open their mouths.

I believe that it can’t be the internships or the cultural life alone that drives the Stuttgart riders to Berlin. Certainly, the fact that the offis over the major part of the metropolitan area simply work, while locomotion in Stuttgart has been a torture for decades, also plays a role. Despite a long government, the public transport system is failing for an unpleasantly large proportion of the population. Then, of all places, it works in Berlin. It already starts at the airport. There is a BVG employee standing next to the ticket machines, making sure that everyone who wants to buy a ticket gets one. Friendly and efficient staff at the ticket counter around the corner (I had only coarse money with me). Shortly timed connections. Well described signage. Who wonders: "What’s the dork talking about??", which as a supplement: All this applies in contrast to Stuttgart.

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