“Enter a city by its folds, its graffiti, its daily insights, its secrets, what remains hidden under the leaves. Enter a city by its wastes, its remains, what was abandoned in the street … The shadows of the past gave the city a spectral dimension with its broken statues in the squares, with its Wall pieces, its decrepit and leprosy facades. We drove the shadows away. There is nor sprigs of mint in the cracks of walls, neither wastelands. Berlin puts on airs of “normal city », but the ghosts still roam and mourn in silence.
” Do not Disturb History “somewhere in the Potsdamer Platz …”