I wasn’t there for very long, only four months; one whole spring. But it was crazy. Really crazy. It was like a film of Fritz Lang’s. You had the feeling that all of life was being directed by Lang. It was sinister because of the discrepancy between those who had and those who didn’t, and you felt it all very intensely. The “haves” were going hog-wild while the “have-nots” seethed with hatred. There was a black cloud of hatred over the whole east end of the city.
Paul Bowles on Berlin, 1931, in the Paris Review.