Maybe I watch too many horror movies.
Tip-toeing over the broken glass on the overgrown street, alone and surrounded by the ghostly abandoned buildings I could have sworn I felt eyes watching me from the dark empty windows above. Birds rummaged in the dry leaves allowed me for a second to imagine I heard someone following. Another noise in the building above turned out to be a torn window shade flapping in the wind.
The whole time I was imagining zombies out of 24 or I am Legend running out of the shadows while I had my eye in the view finder. Surely the minute I walked inside, the door would slam behind me and a rat pack of teenage undead would scramble down the hallways, stomp me to a pulp, and eat my brains?
It could happen.
No really, I’m not kidding. A pack of kids in Lichtenburg last week beat one guy within a hair of him having to push daisies, he’s still now in an artificial coma, and as if competing with Lichtenburg, several teens mauled a guy in Wedding the next day. If you believe the Berlin papers at least.
I, for one, believe everything I read.
But in the end the buildings I entered were empty. I guess I got lucky.
An area called Hohenschönhausen, the “high pretty house” is a witty translation.