I had just met a tranquil, handsome newborn who turned a week old the day before. I was singing to myself as I cycled home on that cheerless June afternoon. Skimming round the curve at Ernst Reuter Platz, I forked into Knesebeckstraße and parked my bicycle in front of Glasklar.
I make my way there every time I'm nearby. Recently I remembered that Berlin is a city with many rooms, and we must remember to occupy as many of them as we can. Glasklar means clear as glass; it sells nothing else. There, as in many of the places I return to, one can be quiet. The shaggy silver-headed owner, who founded the shop some thirty years ago, is alive to the poetry of basic objects. He leaves you alone as you get your bearings.
The little light of that afternoon seemed concentrated in his careful displays.
Is this about consumption? I linger for twenty minutes and leave with a tiny Weck jar, humming as I cycle south through the rain.
Glasklar, Knesebeckstraße 13-14, Berlin-Charlottenburg (map)
Open M-F 11am-6:30pm, Sat 11am-4pm
Tel. (030) 313 10 37