on the calendar the numbers flow in a strangely fragile reality. shortly before the tenth anniversary, the corona crisis blew out our birthday candles. where we didn't want to believe in anything else with you on the next weekend from friday to monday morning, the frenzied standstill of these days is particularly noticeable. where otherwise all corners and ends are tinkered, screwed, balanced and spruced up, in the April sun only the stunned, most beautiful plants and flowers that our gardening crew sown and planted in a different, long-forgotten era bloom. the dreams and wishes, the plans and intentions that we had for this spring, the start of summer, this particularly round birthday, burst against the epidemiological epidemiological reality, which reduces our unlimited freedom simulation to a virus thrower. clubs and subcultural locations, including those with a face that is critical of value creation and a collective bureaucracy, are irrelevant to the system. they are not needed, their functional character can be dispensed with, and their dysfunctional moment can only unfold in the volatility of closeness, intoxication and borderline experience gathered on and around the dance floor. It is written in the stars when and under what conditions these places can again give themselves virologically harmless, as long as they only preserve the residues of our longings. Only the diversity and openness of the people who confide in them, enter them, waste themselves in them, encounter, lose and possibly find again, make these places what they can be in the best sense of the word: utopian counter-drafts, breaks in norms, emancipatory experimental arrangements. as long as their substantial gathering is suspended, all that remains for us is the virtual meeting in the rush of ether.
digital is never better, but for the time being the post-analog refuge where we remember what we had, dreamed and believed: the blank that we outlined with two dots and two lines at least ten years ago. and the moment you shared with you who filled out, anticipated, radicalized and crystallized this sketch. thank you for everything and for being friends - never be alone again.
We will publish a link to the conditions of participation in the next few days. Instead of admission, we ask you to donate whatever you leave with us at the entrance as a solidarity contribution to one of the following three projects:
The Freedom of Movement crew, which organizes several soliraves every year, has launched a fundraising campaign together with Help4people in Berlin e.V. to give money to refugees and their support structures:
https://mobilungsfreiheit.betterplace.org
the Plus1 campaign, which has been collecting at the club doors for refugee policy support projects since 2015, is currently promoting the sea rescue initiative Mare Liberum (https://mare-liberum.org/de), which is currently observing human rights in the aegean with a ship. The aim is to draw attention to the dangerous escape route between Turkey and Greece, to strengthen solidarity and fundamental human rights: https://www.betterplace.org/de/donate/platform/projects/61652-mare-liberum-menschenrechtsbeobektiven-mit- the-ship-in-the-agais
The Artists Care About Bridges association calls for the implementation of an emergency aid program based on solidarity. Artists, cultural workers, freelancers and small self-employed people get together and donate part of the immediate aid they receive to the pier - creates safe havens: https://seebruecke.org/unitedweshare
livestream
blank reality
champagne reception
dinner for blank
blanky tv
best of blank
kids disco
Natascha Kann (: // about blank)
Caleb ESC (dust)
fr. JPLA (institute for the future)
Alex.Do (dystopian)
Kvrt (: // about lazer)
rat choir
inge borg & gisela sommer
tippel orchestra
donkey's nightmare
about door crew
leftvision
TOP B3RLIN
and much more