We walk in the Kiez often, and we photograph what we see. This is a collection gathered over time: some of it recent, some older, none of it staged.

The neighborhood speaks on its walls. Sometimes poetically, sometimes politically, often at cross-purposes with itself: a message written over another, a slogan half-erased and re-written elsewhere. What follows is not a statement but an attention. The voices are the Kiez’s. Our walk ends. The walls keep talking.

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