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I think it's part of the German identity to hate Berlin. Also, reminds me of this copypasta:
Oh Berlin. What is Berlin? Berlin is the city that Germans have to be ashamed of on the international stage. When you compare Berlin with other European capitals like London, Paris, Madrid and Amsterdam, it brings a blush of shame to any decent person’s face. Even small countries like Austria, Belgium or Switzerland have showpiece cities with high quality of life—Vienna, Brussels and Zurich. Germany is afflicted with Berlin, the capital of losers. By far Berlin is home to the most assholes in the entire republic. Deutsche Bahn, the Bundestag, Air Berlin and the Axel Springer publishing house are just a few examples of the incompetent scum housed here.
The glorious times are long gone; this city is down and out. The Berliner himself is through and through a lazy lout. Character traits that in any civilized culture would be called pure laziness, unfriendliness, incompetence, antisocial personality disorder and stupidity, the Berliner promptly declares to be the “Berlin way of being.” Another central feature is the all-dominating inferiority complex. For that reason the Berliner projects massive feelings of hatred onto anyone who is in any way better than he is. Particularly the southerners, who are vastly superior to him in every respect, are a thorn in his side. He envies their success, and Munich sits at the very top of his hate list. That city is everything the Berliner would like to be and have. That Munich finances the Berliner’s louche life does not interest the Berliner; he even secretly believes he deserves it. Instead of freeing himself from the lethargy born of envy and resentment and turning his city around, he indulges in antisocial freeloading and still holds his supposed world-city in high regard.
Culturally, Berliners are rather weakly endowed; great works are long past. Here even pronouncing the letter “g” as “j” is considered a major cultural achievement. The advanced ones even master the addition of a “wa?” at the end of every sentence. The standard in the kitchen is at a modest level. A sausage made from minced separator meat with ketchup and curry seasoning is sold here as “Currywurst” and as a culinary masterstroke. Any reasonably thinking person would hardly consider a sausage with ketchup the holy grail of culinary art and probably not even a recipe. Generously, the rest of the republic lets the Berliner keep this belief so his inferiority complexes do not get out of hand.
Economically, Berlin is a complete disaster; even the late GDR stood on firmer ground. Otherwise Berlin’s economy rests on alternative blogs, something with media and gender studies if you believe the universities. Regardless of the economic bankruptcy, the Berliner still indulges in prestige projects like the city palace and an airport that, due to its lack of functionality, is supposed to count as an art project. This city also hosts the headquarters of the people’s parties, which for marketing reasons omit the word “traitor” from their names. For a long time the mayor of this city was the amusing “Wowi” bear who, with his prestige-and-prosecco policy, drove everything that was still remotely presentable into the abyss.
In short: Berlin is Germany’s tiled coffee table. It is to Germany what Greece is to the European Union, and if Berlin had an open cesspit it would be Germany’s Romania. Berlin is a blot, the zit on Germany’s ass. Berlin is the guy who comes to your party uninvited, doesn’t even bring any alcohol and doesn’t understand that he’s not wanted when you knock a few teeth out of his face and throw him down the stairs. Berlin is Germany’s Detroit and should be sold to Poland for 200 zloty.