In Berlin, Turkish immigrants live cheek by jowl alongside anarchists and political radicals. In Kreuzberg, for example, a mosque lies just a stone’s throw away from the radical counter-culture.
Not far from the minaret, I came across a curious tree house. The structure originally belonged to Osman Kalin, a Turkish migrant who died just this year.
Across Berlin, Turkish cafes are a staple.
A Turkish pastry window in Kreuzberg.
Cheap and delicious food is plentiful.
Neo-Ottoman hipster chic?