Berghain has recently come under scrutiny for various incidents at the time of writing. All opinions expressed are my own, and this article will focus on the experience of dancing at Berghain, without attachment to political news. I visited Berlin October , Names of people have been changed for privacy. All kinds of legends surround it, and the whisper-tone secrecy of how to get in has crowned it dominantly as The Place to Be. From what I remember of it, the place has 4 levels. Berghain takes up the second floor; the third is for Panorama Bar.
The closest U-Bahn or S-Bahn stations are both about a minute walk away. It was complete luck that I even thought to mention Berghain at the dinner table. It turned out Chamomile used to be a regular at Berghain and Panorama Bar, specifically , owing to the fact his ex was a DJ there. He got to the point the bouncers recognized him and just let him in. As soon as I saw the bait, I was hooked.
If we went, it would be Sunday night, and my flight was early Monday morning. I say pester, but Chamomile is of the rare soul to take you by the hand and lead you in whatever you want to explore in his field.
He told me enthusiastically that if I was curious, he would absolutely support me in discovering the club and myself. I would go purely for the dancing. Sunday night, Chamomile called me over to doll me up properly. Chamomile slicked back my hair with body butter and set it with hairspray, then I applied a burgundy lipstick to boot.
Chamomile dressed in drag. Chamomile has another drag queen friend who once showed up to the club in a full-length wedding gown and veil. More so than your outfit, place your bets on confidence. I could bring a change of clothes for when we got inside. She threw me her large leather coat as well, and off we went. We took a taxi and found Matcha smoking a cigarette on location, a couple yards away from the main entrance. Matcha was an easygoing, personable guy, and I got the feeling strangers met up a lot for this kind of thing.
