I’ll be honest and admit that, to me, Glühwein and snow are way overrated. Winter as a whole I could do without, tbh. But there’s one reason I don’t skip Berlin for all of its winter months and that’s Berlinale. For ten glorious days, at any time of day, we have our pick of dozens of different films. Most are from corners of the world I’ve not yet explored (the first Bhutanese film noir, anyone?), though there’s also Perspektive, an entire program of homegrown German titles (with English subtitles, of course, like all non-English films in the festival). Yet it’s not a simple escapist matter of buying popcorn and bingeing; you might be able to avoid your phone’s increasingly deplorable Trump notifications, but you won’t be able to avoid what the last German Oscar winner (fingers crossed for Toni Erdmann in 2017!) so elegantly called: the lives of others.
Archive: February 2017
When one lives, works, and breathes in Berlin it’s easy to forget that this miraculous monster of a city actually sits in the center of a quite pastoral landscape, with loads of lakes, fields, and forests. And a gorgeous farm-to-table restaurant in the midst of Mecklenburg’s woods. Here, instead of serving plain old Schnitzel with potatoes and gravy like so many country inns, chef Wenzel Pankratz is creating unpretentious and elegant menus centered around the quality of the produce they grow. We spent an evening, night, and morning in this picture-perfect paradise, and you should too.