DOSE:		oral	Alcohol
	repeated	insufflated	Ketamine	(powder / crystals)

It was my first time in Berghain. And although I’d been drinking, at some point the exhaustion started catching up to me.

So, upon being offered a joint by some weird Turkish old dude in the smoking area, I jokingly asked him, if he had something stronger.

At that he grinned like a madman, and took out a bag. “Ketamine, willst du?“

„Ja, sicher.“

I’d done ketamine before but this was something else entirely. I’m not even sure how much we did. Around five big lines, couldn’t have been more than half a gram overall.

At first it was okay. I came back to the dance floor, and started dancing with newfound energy.

And then… something happened.

People started shapeshifting. Changing genders and colours. I couldn’t tell who was next to me, or where I even was.

At that point the huge windows started resembling breathing buildings, and I felt as if I was the centre.

The centre of a globe.

It felt as if the music was being pumped straight into my brain. That old dude kept popping up.

We did more.

Then he started looking like the devil and I kept seeing him everywhere.

I decided I needed to calm down and went to the bathroom on the upper floor.

I hid in the corner.

The music was still inside me, not being played by someone, no, it lived inside my mind. Like a calling I had to follow.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

‘The devil isn’t here,’ I kept repeating, and, suddenly, it stopped.

The music came back to normal.

I was glad and decided it was safe to return.
Except when I returned, it felt as if I went back in time.

The tunes I’d heard while still sober were being played again. I even hallucinated seeing a friend of mine, who’d left early.

But by that point I accepted it.

I even enjoyed the time travel.

I positioned myself at the centre.
Nothing was real, and it didn’t need to be.

Just like I’d always wanted.

The club became a mythic organism and I was the myth. I was a magician or better just magic, I had no self, and no future, I was just the centre.

The centre that moved like possessed.

Suddenly someone grabbed me by the shoulder.

“You’re drooling,” he sounded concerned.
Some random guy.

It hurt my feelings, why wasn’t he?
Isn’t this what Berghain is all about?
Why was he trying to snap me back to reality?

“I am good,” I tried to sound confident in my reply.

The world of human beings and mundane concerns was beneath me, as the buildings breathed and started spinning in circles around me.

And just like that I was reborn.

Over and over.

Each time more blessed than before.
Happier in my non-reality.

When the music stopped, I wasn’t sure how to live, how to come back.

I was the last in the club.

I kept looking at my hands thinking they were trees.

A bartender from there laughed at it.

I started trying to explain the trip, the life I had there.

Coming down was almost offensive.

When I first entered Berghain, I didn’t get it.
I didn’t get the hype.
There was no hard techno on that night, plenty of venues in Berlin feel more ravey than that.
But after this trip, I got it.
Berghain isn’t a techno club.
It’s a temple. And you have to experience it on a spiritual level to truly get it.

Ketamine was made for it.

Made for me.

Exp Year: 2026	ExpID: 119550
Gender: Not Specified
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Apr 10, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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