Now that I’ve finished, I feel a void. What saved me was poetry, because I always wrote poetry. I think that poetry saves whoever writes it and saves whoever reads it.

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Art invades the parking lot of the Italian newspaper La Stampa in Turin (Italy). It’s Abithoudini and the author is Agostino Iacurci.

awesome.

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Integration in Berlin: Research for a Desolate Landscape

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On April 2, the new Berlin Institute for Empirical Research on Integration and Migration (BIM) was launched. Certainly not the first institute of its kind in Germany, Berlin’s Humboldt University, the Hertie Foundation, the Federal Employment Agency, and the German Football Association held a press conferenceto frame this initiative as new and needed. The reason: the field  - what is really known…

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Interview: The Taxi Driver

Interview: The Taxi Driver

Orhan and Sophia pre 2014 Berlin half marathon

Had I hopped into Orhan’s taxi en route to the airport, I likely would’ve assumed he was Turkish and left it at that. He might have asked me where I was flying to and I might have commented on the weather. He would’ve pulled my suitcase out of the trunk and wished me a good flight, and I would’ve thanked him. But instead, thankfully, I met Orhan in a very different context – our Wednesday evening…

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"When the sun shines, it shines without any discrimination; it shines on every point of the country, every nook and corner.
We should be like that.”
~A little bit of sunshiny wisdom from The Dalai Lama, from The Way to Freedom.
(Photo by Tommy Clark)

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"When the sun shines, it shines without any discrimination; it shines on every point of the country, every nook and corner.

We should be like that.”

~A little bit of sunshiny wisdom from The Dalai Lama, from The Way to Freedom.

(Photo by Tommy Clark)

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Review: “Schwarz gemacht” and the white audience

Review: “Schwarz gemacht” and the white audience

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As a student of my own history and place in this world, nothing is more difficult for me than to write about issues of privilege, white-ness, black-ness, and justice in one sitting, because there is so much that can go wrong, so many terms that can be mis-used or mis-assigned, and so many truths that cannot be conveyed in one text. I have done my best. And with all my socio-anthropological…

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Interview: Three Dimensions of Integration

Interview: Three Dimensions of Integration

Immigrant integration and identity can be very personal subjects and not everyone wishes for their views and experiences to be made public. Though all the stories in this interview are true, names and cities have been changed to protect the artist’s identity, per his request.

Admiralbruecke in Kreuzberg

It’s easy (and admittedly amusing) to reduce expats to stereotypes, as if we all neatly fall into one or the other…

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Lichtenberg’s Dong Xuan Center consists of 6 hangars, stocked tightly with all the things one might come to miss living far away from a place, where a broth of cardamom and ginger is paired with any meat imaginable and the most delicate of noodles; where a certain kind of manufacturing can turn out plastic and fabric wares for all sizes and ages in bulk; where sweet things might come packaged in banana leaves, wrapped around sticky mango rice like presents.

Or this is the impression one might get of Vietnam, when visiting Dong Xuan – a Mecca in the middle of former East Berlin, little Hanoi amidst not so little Plattenbauten.

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There is no one Vietnamese community in Berlin, just as there is no singular American community of expats. There are diverse and diffuse overlapping relationships, preferences, habits, and often a common language. Being Vietnamese in Berlin is a situation-dependent assortment of elements: oft stigmatized for a generation of non-German speakers and black market-dealers, yet praised for being Tiger mothers and turning out the most successful of Germany’s 2nd or even 1st generation of immigrant young people. For reasons stretching back to the Berlin Wall and the divisions in migration statuses it allowed for, i.e. so-called Eastern Vertragsarbeiter (contract workers) and Western “boat people” there is little unity between traditional East and West.

The Vertragsarbeiter were said to activate cross-border smuggling of highly taxable goods such as cigarettes, while Western refugees were able to integrate into the official job market more effectively with Bonn’s pledge of support to communism’s defectors. In the East, there were Asian fast-food stands with cheap beer on the menu; in the West there were the beginnings of the successful entrepreneurial ventures we enjoy today, such as the 4.90 curry specials in establishments with swanky lighting and signature plates. The successful Dong Xuan Center was founded by a Vertragsarbeiter, a textile salesman from Potsdam. A blend of both strands seems to be the winning recipe.

Sein Büro liegt ganz oben unter dem Dach. Es ist ein kleiner Raum mit schmalen  Fenstern und schrägen Wänden. Ein bescheidenes Büro für einen, der als reichster Vietnamese Deutschlands gilt. Ist er das? Nguyen van Hien lächelt. „Ich weiß das nicht so genau“, sagt er. Van Hien wurde 1957 in der vietnamesischen Provinzhauptstadt Ninh Binh, südlich von Hanoi, geboren. Dort geht er zur Schule. 1988 kommt er in die damalige DDR, arbeitet in einem volkseigenen Betrieb. Nach der Wende macht er sich selbstständig, baut in Leipzig den  ersten  Dong Xuan Markt auf,  später den  in Berlin. Er arbeitet ständig. Sein letzter Urlaub liegt mehr als zehn Jahre zurück.

Owner, Nguyen van Hien (Photo source: Berliner Zeitung linked)

However, there are stereotypes, and then there are impressions.

A visit to Dong Xuan gives an impression of ambition, of making things happen (finding ways to get exotic fish and fake iPhones into the local marketplace, for example), as well as a sense of mutual back-scratching, as demonstrated by the women carrying trays of soup to fellow merchants or the frequent conversations happening at the register. This place seems founded on a need to reclaim or maintain those connections and goods that had been left behind – by recreating them.

Walking through Dong Xuan is moving through an extensive network of imports and reconstituted experience. Factory fresh button-downs displayed warehouse-style, synthetic-fibered leggings, and strange plastic toys recreate a Costco journey, minus the samples.

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Lichtenberg public officials complain of loitering youth fresh off the plane, mothers abusing the social welfare system on behalf of children fathered by ghost German nationals, or a lack of German language acquisition due to the close-knit nature of the East Berlin Vietnamese. But all of these are broad strokes with a pigment that is in reality quite fractured, diffuse, even elusive.

There are 5,000 Vietnamese residents of Lichtenberg, making up the largest group of non-German born in the district – 5,000 out of the 13,600 Vietnamese in all of Berlin. In Lichtenberg, there is now a Vietnamese-German kindergarten, even Vietnamese books in the local library. A ‘silent minority‘ it is no more, and more than Dong Xuan it is also.

Slowly, fellow Lichtenberg residents or even those from further afield have come to sit in Dong Xuan’s “authentic Hanoi street food restaurant” or in the barber chair of a salon full of chatty, pink-nailed women. The slightly kitschy set-up of the part establishment part warehouse compartment suggests the difference between the swanky curries of the West and the raw presentation of this Eastern depot, but it is raw in a way that excites and smells delicious.

As the subheading to an article in the prominent German weekly paper die Zeit reads, “Here the Vietnamese sell what they prefer, without worrying about what the Germans might like. But the Germans come anyway to find out what Pho really tastes like, the national soup of Vietnam.” Of course, it is unlikely the Germans put as much chili in their soup as the Vietnamese, or that they enjoy additions such as pig ear, for that matter. But walking through the supermarket, one meets the curious non-Vietnamese shoppers, carefully examining the 25 different kinds of rice noodle for the right density, or those laboriously trying to read the ingredients on the jars of chili paste that line the wall, just beneath a row of meat cleavers and unbelievably heavy woks.

I was one of them, feeling like I was experiencing something similar to Hanoi amidst the oppressively ugly architecture of Berlin’s residential East, no matter how overwhelming at times. It was like being somehow closer to the Vietnamese in Berlin (or in Lichtenberg, anyhow).

But in the end, there might only be the Viet of Dong Xuan Center, a non-representative micocrosm of what it is like to be Vietnamese in Berlin for its members – thriving businesses and recreated community. Don Xuan, by the way, means “prosperous meadow”.

- By Kelly Miller

Dong Xuan Center can be visited at Herzbergstraße 128-139 every day except for Tuesday from 10am to 8pm. More information on the diverse Vietnamese community in Berlin: Reistrommel e.V.Deutsch-Vietnamesische GesellschaftMore on the GDR’s Vietnamese Vertragsarbeiter: Amadeu-Antonio-Foundation, der Tagesspiegel, die Zeit *in German. 

All photos unless otherwise cited were take by the wonderful photographer, Juri Gottschau.

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Lens: An Ode to the Maybachufer

Lens: An Ode to the Maybachufer

From Berlin’s “problem district” to more expensive than spießig Charlottenburg: Kreuzberg’s made quite the transformation over the decades, but migration continues to shape its identity and reputation as a district.

The bulk of Kreuzberg’s diversity stems from the ’50s and ’60s, when guest workers were recruited by West Germany to fill labor shortages after World War II*. Kreuzberg’s dilapidated…

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The only recording of Virginia Woolf’s voice, of course, speaking about words and their uses. Who knew she spoke in such a regal tone? I somehow expected a smoker’s cough and a sultry drawl. http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/04/29/craftsmanship-virginia-woolf-speaks-1937/