“Berlin. I’m a foreigner here, and yet it’s all so familiar,” thought Marion, the trapeze artist, as she lay across her bed under the angel’s watchful gaze in Wings of Desire. I knew how she felt.
Perhaps it’s the Wim Wenders films or the industrial influence this city has exerted on anglophone pop ever since it was the divided, decadent home of Bowie, Iggy Pop and Brian Eno in the 70s, but when I arrived in Berlin the city felt immediately familiar.