Art and Football

The Berlin Art Week started yesterday with a kind of small Oktoberfest on Auguststrasse in Mitte. The street was full of people, nearly impossible to walk through and  impossible to enter one of the galleries. It looked like the Love Parade, but it didn’t feel like it. I never was a big fan of the Love Parade but still  there was something special about it. I’m talking about the first years. Everybody was discovering something at the same time. Togetherness. Could have been the drugs.
Maybe Art is the new Techno. But yesterday’s Art Parade was a boring street party. No excess, no difference, they all looked the same in their fashion outfits. Like at the Oktoberfest, all wearing their garb. I prefer by far the Oktoberfest.
Earlier today I went to  exhibitions/happenings  at the Schinkel Pavillon and in a big trashy building in Kreuzberg. I can’t even write about it. Too much to bear and too little to talk about. One was full of people wearing masks and fake boobs, playing loud music and tools. The other was full of pieces by different artists. So many––I can’t recall one. Exhausting.
At home I turned on the TV.
Football. Champions League. Naples vs. Dortmund.
What a game, what a drama under this pouring rain.
Pure happiness.