A Visit to Berlin’s Abandoned Spreepark
To view more photos and videos from Spreepark, explore the Spreepark Berlin / Kulturpark Plänterwald location page.
Just outside Berlin lies Spreepark, an abandoned East German amusement park. Kulturpark Plänterwald, later known as Spreepark, opened in 1969 and at its peak was host to over a million visitors a year. In 2001, however, only 400,000 people visited the park and it was closed down the following year.
Today, locals and tourists alike risk the trespassing fine to view and capture Spreepark’s headless dinosaur sculptures, roller coaster cars filled with leaves and Ferris wheel that spins slowly in the wind. Maxim Mestovsky (@mestovsky), a user experience designer from Minsk, Belarus, recently visited Spreepark on a trip to Berlin and shared his experience on Instagram. “You have to take a train through a mountain and over a lake then climb a fence to get into the park, but when you do, it’s beautiful,” he says. “The old Ferris wheel creaks, abandoned boats are strewn about. I don’t understand why they don’t sell tickets still! Maybe that’s the charm of the park.”
Beautiful. Abandoned. Magic.
Percentage wise, it is 100% easier not to do things than to do them, and so much fun not to do them — especially when you were supposed to do them. In terms of instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.
John Mulaney (via maxistentialist)
Live for the days…
My husband, photographer Michael Nye, once photographed in a West Bank Palestinian refugee camp for days, and was followed around by a little girl who wanted to photograph her. FInally, he did — and she held up a stone with a poem etched into it. (This picture appears on the cover of my collection of poems, 19 Varieties of Gazelle — Poems of the Middle East). Through a translator, Michael understood that the poem was “her poem” — that’s what she called it. We urged my dad to translate the verse, which sounded vaguely familiar, but without checking roundly enough, we quoted the translation on the book flap and said she had written the verse. Quickly, angry scholars wrote to me pointing out that the verse was from a famous Darwish poem. I felt terrible.
I was meeting him for the first and last time the next week. Handing over the copy of the book sheepishly, I said: “Please forgive our mistake. If this book ever gets reprinted, I promise we will give the proper credit for the verse.” He stared closely at the picture. Tears ran down his cheeks. “Don’t correct it,” he said. “It is the goal of my life to write poems that are claimed by children.”
Naomi Shihab Nye, from her essay “Remembering Mahmoud Darwish”(via commovente)
The poet who loved children.
You want to know about anybody? See what books they read, and how they’ve been read…
How can I tell you that
Last night you came
Unbidden, in a dream?
A cage went in search of a bird.
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