Head down to ‘Dead Chicken Alley’ in old East Berlin, and follow it’s dark,
anarchist-graffiti bedecked length, filled with ad-hoc music and smoke from
impromptu barbecues, to a claustrophobic, dark courtyard at its dead end.
In the far corner lies Eschloraque, and behind its forbidding cast-iron doors
you will enter a beautiful, dark, dream/nightmare-like world, with morbid cast
iron sculptures, glass cases containing ‘things’ that look like they belong in
the ‘Alien’ films, and tanks of liquid that are home to unidentifed, inanimate
creatures. Oh, and good music too. Just an amazing place!