A retrospective of Ralf Schmeberg's love story with Berlin.

Berlin. I was blindly in love with you. Left my life far behind to be senselessly close to you. In your arms I forgot time itself. You became my drug, you, inconsiderate of anyone else. Who falls for you won’t be picked up. This trait of yours attracted me magically. The world came to me, because she wanted to come to you. Just as I wanted you too. I gave you my best years. You are my life, my longing, my pain. My dreams are caught in your name. Where shall I go when I am not happy with you anymore?