The Drag Queen House
Berlin, Bülowstr. 55, second backyard, where the weeds are growing. Here once stood the Drag Queen House. A squatted house.
It was here that gay men were trying to find new ways of living together.
The only words I can describe this dwelling with are: shrill, chaotic, unconventional, colourful, annoying, queer. I love to remember the bathtub under the roof, the music chambre, the one and only sleeping room for all, the door that was created with a hammer where it needed to be, the permanent attentiveness because of the nice men in their green uniforms waiting outside. Oh, and there was the anti-Reagan demonstration on the Kudamm which brought traffic to a standstill.
That is all history now. Berlin has awoken from its coma, and was made a big city again.
Unfortunate, somehow. But also very beautiful.