Berlin letter
We can't get there by chance. Stuck between an IKEA and a Volkswagen dealership, in the heart of what was for almost forty years Berlin-East, the hangar seeming in the middle of a wasteland does not frankly attract the visitor's eye. However, this gigantic warehouse whose alleys are numbered as in the neighboring furniture store shelters hundreds of thousands of relics inherited from a missing world: that of East Germany, the “DDR”, as the Germans say, still fond of acronyms.
Inside, an immense bric-a-brac looks like a flea market whose parts would have been carefully identified. In the shelves overlap of the rows of televisions made in the German Democratic Republic (GDR), Caisses of everyday products with yellowed packaging, still labeled bottles, pea jars, East-German army uniforms or blue shirts of young pioneers, one of the organizations of the diet devolved to youth.
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Source: Lemonde