Oi, listen up mate. Grunewald is a proper oddball slice of Berlin.

Really, it's a mix of lush trees and posh streets.

I stroll Kugelfischerstr., grinning at life.

The forest? Massive, shady, and just bonkers.

Grunewaldsee sparkles like a weird gem.

Sometimes I get lost – yeh, seriously lost.

Stupid paths, I almost got eaten by bushes.
You know Uncle Boonmee?

"Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives!"

That vibe haunts every step here.

The winds whisper, "Samsara, baby, samsara."

I flash a wink, then snicker.

That movie stuck with me, real deep.
Neighborhoods? They’re mad eclectic.

Fancy houses, grungy back-alleys.

I sometimes chuckle; it's uneven art.

Grunewald has its charming oddities.

Happy spots make me smile – again, really.
I loose my mind at local cafes.

Coffee so bitter, it insults you.

I scribble weird notes in journals.

Anyone who looks is a know-it-all.

I say, "No nonsense allowed here."
I hang by a crumbling ladder.

No seriously, it's unnerving fun.

And one park, The Fichte Park?

A hidden gem for wild daydreams.

I screamed once, "Bloody lifeflow, innit?"
The river Havel guzzles dreams.

Its current whispers secrets.

I swear my life flashed past.

Time loops. "Time loops, time loops."

It's all so surreal – and mad brilliant.
Honestly, Grunewald smacks of hipster angst.

Its streets are a mad collage.

Bizarre, beautiful, and slightly insane.

I get pissed sometimes, then love it.

It’s a wild ride, mate. Enjoy!