Aug 062014
 

There’s a tiny chill in the air in Neukölln  where my friend deposits me for the best burger in Berlin, Schillerburger.  I can’t get past the sweet potato fries then I walk toward a  community garden “on the old airfield”, stopping for the best vanilla ice cream cone to date, at Mos Eisley.

Amidst runways and grass is indeed a community garden, full of container plants,  bikes, and handmade benches,  all climbing or reclining toward the sun.  It’s cool with out being shaded,  it smells wonderful.  A few beer bottles.  And people,  everywhere.

Because there’s grass. And no fences.