Adapted and translated from text by Alexander Remler, Morgen Post.

For one week the English photographer, Martin Parr, is in Berlin. The city prepares to look at itself. Parr is a large fan of Germany generally and of Berlin specifically, he says "at each corner is a photograph. Simply marvellous." For at least a half hour he creeps around the fountains of Neptune in front of the red City Hall. With his camera he observes the afternoon happenings: men with goatees, housewives carrying plastic bags and young people with nose rings and tattoos: "I don't speak German", he asserts then - click,...