
Berlin's first and most famous airport,
Tempelhof International Airport, closes down. All day long, historic planes were coming and going. The very last flight will leave shortly before midnight tonight. On tv they show pictures of the airport through the years, almost a century, and of the party going on inside the building now, for VIPs only.
Outside, Berliners are crowding and demonstrating. At the main entrance, the noise of whistles and drums shows the protesters' fury and anger. They don't want the airport to be closed. Across the road, artists are celebrating, everybody is invited to join. At the eastern end of the airfield, more celebrations in Neukölln. Close by, near the fence surrounding the airfield, demonstraters are happy the airport in the middle of the city is closed now; they want the former military area to be transformed into a park, bigger than Central Park in New York.
I was feeling a bit better this afternoon, after staying in bed for two days (and nights), so I decided to have a last look. Since it was pouring down with rain, I took the bus to Tempelhof airport, and said goodbye, too. Not demonstrating, I'm fine without an airport close by. I cross my fingers they will not sell the ground and build more skyscrapers or posh buildings for the rich, but give the space to the people of Berlin.