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.