I am living and working as a freelence illustrator in Berlin-Kreuzberg, near Oranienplatz.
My office is in a former bakery with a nice old tile floor.
I call it “Zeichnerei Kull” (Kull Drawery), because providing a service of illustration often feels more like beeing a craftsperson than an artist.
I really love my working place and the neighbourhood and I guess most of my time I spent here.
But sometimes having a little office facing the street can lead to really annoying encounters one could do well without.
Like on that Sunday night, when my office’s door window was smashed by some… well, some whoever… I had no idea who had done it.
Until next morning when I spotted the broken windows of two shops in my neighbourhood. I read that there had been several right-wing attacks against alternative/left-winged places in Kreuzberg.
Compared to the big shop windows of the other shops my broken door window was a fairly minor attack. Propably just smashed when passing by. And maybe because I had hung up this rainforest donation certificate with the toucan on it…