A documentary film by Sven Boeck about Berlin's Karl-Marx-Allee through the ages. As part of the Robert Conrad exhibition at the Koeppenhaus.

Statement from director Sven Boeck:
A journey from Alexanderplatz to Lichtenberger Brücke through the avenue in the east of Berlin: Karl-Marx-Allee in Berlin is an internationally significant ensemble of architecture. Its significance for the history of Germany is just as great. And this avenue has accompanied me throughout my life. As a child, it was part of my route to school. My aunt Lotte lived on it. I was often in the Karl Marx bookshop. As a young filmmaker, I made my first long documentary about it. Thirty years later, I now cycle through the avenue to work every morning. My movement through the street is also a movement in time: the avenue leads out of the city as a radial, past the MfS building complexes (headquarters and district administration), with nature, fields, mushrooms in the forest or the Lichtenberg train station, which, like the avenue, leads to the east, as a vanishing point on the horizon. The avenue, a street in the primeval valley - on one side of the avenue the Barnim hills rise up, below on the avenue the pulse of the cars flows, a perpetual movement. The residents look out of their apartments on the edge of the movement. Their home: protection and hope, illusionary pearls of constancy in the movement of time.

The avenue, a street in the Urstromtal - on one side of the avenue the Barnim hills rise up, below on the avenue the pulse of the cars flows, a perpetual motion. The residents look out of their apartments on the edge of the movement. Their home: protection and hope, illusionary pearls of constancy in the movement of time.

The fairy tale is long over. My former protagonists are dead. Like the utopia that died. But also the wretched hope of the turnaround. Why did it grow into a scar? Questions directed towards the future. Standing on the past, crouching, at the edge of the house, looking into the light and darkness of the future, our present is a leap or a fall through time.

Admission 5 Euro