I bought a white Mercedes 190E. 
All my friends said: 
But why do you need a car in Berlin? 

I’m a car lover. Always had been. It’s just coming out this way. As a kid I learned all the model names: Kadett, Xantia, Civic, Colt, Polo, R4 …
It gave me a cosy feeling
— a sense of orientation and familiarity. Carfriends.

Thinking about it now: I went from a white Micra to a white Mercedes. 
"White Ferrari, good times."

I started taking photos of cars since my Benz purchase. 
Because propably once I owned an old-timer and that itch was scratched, my eyes started noticing the beauty of new cars too — cocky, aerodynamic. So I began taking pictures not just of Volvos and Saabs but of AMGs and even Teslas (before).

I love NK because the big streets — Karl-Marx-Straße, Hermannstraße, Sonnenallee — flow like rivers.
And the car sounds are the shore. I love watching them pass by. Carspotting. 

Cars are beautiful, just admit it.

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