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Insurgent mobility

12 Aug

As agreed, I arrive at the camp at around 4.30 p.m. I go to the info spot where a German guy in his early twenties tells me to go to the cooking tent. It is dark, windy and deserted at Oranienplatz and the last days of snow have left the place rather muddy. As I enter the tent I’m greeted by an amazing diversity of culture and age, warmth, the smell of exotic food and the loud sound of dubstep coming from a boomblaster in the corner. After talking to the resident chef for a little while I begin doing the dishes, feeling awkwardly out of place and welcome at the same time.

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