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12:30 AM in Berlin and the fireworks are still going strong. I thought moving to a quieter street away from the middle of city-living would mean a quieter New Year’s Eve. Not so.

12:30 AM in Berlin and the fireworks are still going strong. I thought moving to a quieter street away from the middle of city-living would mean a quieter New Year’s Eve. Not so.

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I tried explaining to some of our American friends and family members about the sheer magnitude of fireworks being launched throughout the city of Berlin on New Year’s Eve. It is incomprehensible. When we moved here, a fellow American warned me, “Think of the biggest Fourth of July celebration you’ve ever been to and then multiply that by 10 and imagine it lasting 5 hours.” And even that doesn’t begin to describe what New Year’s Eve is like here. 90% of Germany’s fireworks are sold in 3 days, every street becomes a launchpad, and anyone can be a pyrotechnician. 🎆 Here’s our view from last year. And it went on and on for hours.

I tried explaining to some of our American friends and family members about the sheer magnitude of fireworks being launched throughout the city of Berlin on New Year’s Eve. It is incomprehensible. When we moved here, a fellow American warned me, “Think of the biggest Fourth of July celebration you’ve ever been to and then multiply that by 10 and imagine it lasting 5 hours.” And even that doesn’t begin to describe what New Year’s Eve is like here. 90% of Germany’s fireworks are sold in 3 days, every street becomes a launchpad, and anyone can be a pyrotechnician. 🎆 Here’s our view from last year. And it went on and on for hours.

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Last year, we casually told our American friends, who have lived in Berlin for years, “We’re going to the celebration at the gate on New Year’s Eve!” They both stared at us, horrified. One of them said, “Celia, it’s truly post-apocalyptic. It’s like the Fourth of July, but a hundred times worse. You have no idea.” I looked at her, somewhat incredulously. “We’ve survived New York City on the Fourth of July. That was chaos. How bad can it be?” Oh, I was *so* wrong. To play it safe, we left the kids with my mom, who was visiting from South Carolina. My husband and I went alone. We arrived six hours early because I was determined to be as close as possible to the stage for Riverdance (and no, I’m not joking about this 🤣). Fireworks started soon after the performances ended… but not over the gate, as you’d expect. No, they were behind us. We had to turn around to even see them. As we left, I thought, “That wasn’t so bad!”—until we realized the roads were blocked and the police were essentially herding the crowd to another part of the city. “No big deal,” I said, “We’ll just walk to the nearest S-Bahn or U-Bahn station.” And that’s when the *real* chaos started. We walked, and suddenly it felt like we’d entered a very different reality. Fireworks went off in every direction. People were running through the streets, carrying fireworks in their hands and setting them off in the streets. Smoke filled the air, and the sound of popping fireworks was deafening (and constant). Every S-Bahn and U-Bahn station we passed was closed. So we just kept walking. And walking. We finally made it to Alexanderplatz, only to discover that many of the trains were disrupted or had intermittent service. Eventually, we made it to an U-Bahn station that would take us home. By then, we were starving. We found a döner stand that was still open and packed with people. I asked the guy behind the counter, “So, have you worked on New Year’s Eve before?” He smiled and said, “Of course. That’s why I stay open this late. Berlin stays awake all night to celebrate, and people are going to want lots of döner.” Wise man. *And* maybe the best fries I’ve had in Berlin. Or, you know, maybe I was just starving. We finally made it home well after 2 AM. My kids and mom were still awake. My mom, wide-eyed, asked, “WHAT is happening out there?!” And my kids were still pressed to the windows, hoping for more fireworks—two hours after midnight. Our legs were aching from hours off standing and walking, and I have a video of my mom hysterically laughing (which she would never let me share on social media) as we told her about our night and asked, “How many ibuprofen do you think we’ll need tomorrow?” In the end, we learned that New Year’s Eve in Berlin isn’t just a celebration—it’s a wild, exhausting adventure, where chaos, excitement, and a few too many fireworks make for a night you’ll never forget.

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