Dinosaurs, ferris wheels, and Russians

My dear friend Evan arrived in Berlin on Friday; given the perfect (75, brilliantly sunny) weather, I immediately whisked him off to the beach, where he slept and I swam and read. The next day, we sought out some real adventure, and so we set out for the Spreepark.

The Spreepark was formerly the GDR’s only amusement park, with 1.5 million visitors a year. Post-reunification, it struggled financially, and in 2002, with the park insolvent, its owner fled to Peru. (He’s since, according to Wikipedia, been “sentenced to seven years in jail for attempting to smuggle 180 kg of cocaine with a value of £14 million from Peru to Germany in the masts of a ‘flying carpet’ ride.”) Since then, it’s been abandoned — by all except the occasional trespasser, that is.

I first learned about the park from my brother Noah, who breached its fence a few months ago and recommended that I do the same. Time being short, I won’t recount every detail of our entry into, or hurried exit from, the park; but I will share a few photos that I hope will give you a sense of how amazing it is to have the whole place to yourself.

The triceratops guarding the entrance.

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