Mitte, Auguststrasse, late morning

Eigen+Art is open before the others. The metal shutter rolls a third of the way down between shows.

A woman in a long grey work-coat smokes outside number twenty-six. Her knuckles are wider than the rest of her hand.

Two installers carry a wooden crate at hip-height across the cobbles. They walk in step without looking at each other.

A man in a soft black turtleneck reads a printed checklist on the doorstep of Sprüth Magers. He folds it once and pockets it.

Two younger women in oversized linen blazers cross from KW toward me. One says: zu früh. The other does not slow.

Coffee is brewed inside, not bought from the corner. The smell carries from the door.

The corridor is at half-volume. The Friday opening is what fills it. Tuesdays are for the people who hold the screws.

I notice the hands first, every time, on this street. The faces follow.

Berlin Tag-2 of the Voll-Sprint. Field-Book BER-2026-Q2 cohort intersects this walk at BER-010 (Mareike Strohbeck, 39, Eigen+Art).