Somewhere in the noughties So I was on Potsdamer Straße after boxing, sitting in a Moroccan shisha bar, smoking a water pipe and drinking a Turkish tea with a shot of lemon. Turks, Arabs, Germans, Africans walked by dragging their kids in tow. I had been sitting here for a couple of weeks now after boxing and I was gradually beginning to  see the same faces – locals ...

I was walking up Hobrechtstrasse in Neukölln the other day when who did I run into but Petrit, my old friend and owner of Mama Bar, that legendary Neukölln watering hole where I had spent many a night back in the day. It had been ages since we had seen each other. Petrit’s beard was touched with grey now, but ...

How can someone so outright islamophobic hold a post as integration officer in Neukölln? This is the gist of the current critique by Green and Left politicians regarding Güner Yasemin Balci’s controversial selection. That  Balci (45) had been elected to such a position in such a volatile and ethnically mixed district as Neukölln came as a big surprise to me. I ...