Night after night, a white fox sneaks through the neighborhood. A flâneur strolls through Mitte with a trash bag in hand. A night owl searches in vain for familiar places. Someone takes a nighttime dip in the Spree. Another person glances out the window at the activity on Kastanienallee. In Friedrichshain, it’s all about waiting in line to get into Berghain. Past the bouncer. At the riverbank, the party Taliban unleash their weapon: thundering music. Two female DJs flirt with the audience. Fleeting moments of happiness. Joy on the dance floor. Forming a friendship that sees the light of day. Letting the night wind down at the late-night shop. And sitting on the S-Bahn with the early shift workers. Berlin at night has many faces. It’s not just a backdrop, stage, runway, dance floor, or projection surface, but a seductive and flattering entertainer. Berlin and the night.