As I open the door to his office, Florian greets me with a frisson of excitement. His office, brightly lit, clean, cool, copacetic, is large but not too grand. There are three pieces of art on the wall and then a kaleidoscope of books — Bacon, Burke, Bertolt Brecht, Nabokov, Nietsche, Müller, Max, Kant etc.
I’ve had the pleasure of fumbling around the Mauerpark flea market twice since I dropped anchor in Berlin. I was told there would be flea markets here. The legends were true: My first encounter with the Mauerpark flea market was on one fateful Sunday morning.