The Teufelsberg, part 2

In front of the Arctic tower main radomes.

The exterior stairs were wide and easy to climb. We were able to access the inside by a small green door. There were holes in the floor and no walls, save for brick partitions about five feet high and heavily graffitied. We walked in silence, mostly. I wondered about the spies and soldiers who used to work here, the homeless who might inhabit it now, and the people who play here.

Graffiti on the way up.

I wondered if anyone had thrown themselves off the side.

It doesn't feel as empty as an empty place should feel. It was quiet and it was heavy, like an old man napping after dinner. 

Dan walking away from one of the main radomes.

Field Station Berlin: Teufelsberg

We found a staircase that ran spirals around the elevator's empty shaft and climbed them, stopping on each level to see the views of Berlin and the decay that was occurring there. Taking our time, the climb took about half an hour. Upon reaching the top, we found ourselves inside the dome of the main analysts' center. I placed my foot on the last step and a clap rang out that scattered across the walls and shook in my ears. I spoke and my own voice appeared behind me, severed from my throat and broadcast in echo. The dome was made of fiberglass hexagons that felt like canvas tarp when I stroked them.

I like it there and I want to go back. 

A Chink in the Armor