Close to the Havel — a famous place to drown — secluded, away from any popular hiking trails, in the largest forest of the western part of Berlin, the Grunewald, is a little cemetery.
It is for the misfits, the nameless ones, by fate or choice.
It is a somber place, but it doesn’t depress. Instead it makes us calm and serene. I would even say this is a place I could live.
The earliest graves are from 1900, many of them overgrown.
Some of the graves are mass graves, for fallen soldiers who had no other place.
I wish we knew all their stories.