Every Berliner’s favourite stop for a little greenery. If Görli were a person it’d be the scruffy hungover stoner who was struggling to roll his cigarette through half open, bloodshot eyes. He’d have bushy hair, style that was so wrong it was somehow right and be far friendlier than you’d think at first glance.

Once an old railway station and then home to British anarchist art communes, Görlitzer is now a full-time, run-down, graffiti-garnished park space and first port of call for Kreuzbergers of all kinds when the sun decides to shine—ensuring that there’s always a bit of a reckless buzz about the place. So don’t be surprised to see the occasional rave pop up out of nowhere—especially in amongst the Mayday chaos. And for those too lazy, or too yuppie, to get themselves to the Späti for some Sternburgs, the café-come-club Edelweiss is there to lubricate proceedings.