The strangest city of Berlin. Sometimes in Kyiv I entertain myself with attempts to imagine its streets truly European in the best sense of this adjective: with for-people-made infrastructure, beautiful houses, neat streets with cycling paths, proper asphalt and modern low trains; without tasteless ads all over the place, without chaotic сrappy little shops and carelessly designed new buildings. So, Berlin, is that born-out-of-my-fantasies Kyiv. Strange mixture of everything with everything and even with addition of soviet empire architecture style. (GDR is winking from behind the corner). Caught myself on a thought that I am talking and thus thinking about Berlin in terms of comparison (to my discredit, I repent) but really this is a too distinct feeling of my fantasy became live right in front of me.