battle of the ghettoes
the passenger side window rolled down. the car stopped right in the pedestrian walkway on schinkestr. the passenger leaned back so the driver could mumble out a question. how do i get back to marzahn? i can’t find my way out of this stinkin ghetto.
i understand neighborhood pride and all but marzahn is one big ass project. if berlin bid for the olympics and won, that would be the first thing torn down to make way for the olympic village. kreuzberg can’t be more ghetto than marzahn. we weren’t even on the 36 side. haters.