Exploring a Berlin Air Raid Shelter as a New Zealander


Berlin's holocaust memorial
Berlin's holocaust memorial

One of the best things I did on my first visit to Berlin was take a tour with Berliner Unterwelten: the Berlin Underworlds Association.

For over 15 years, the company has been running tours beneath the city, opening up access to air raid shelters, bunkers, fortresses, and escape tunnels. My parents took a tour with them a couple of years ago and have raved about it ever since, so experiencing it first-hand was right at the top of my list of things to do in Berlin.

I planned to jump on tour M, which takes you beneath the Berlin Wall and through the escape tunnels dug by East Berliners fleeing to the West during the Cold War.

Well, something really frustrating about this tour company is that they don’t let you book tickets in advance; you can only buy them on the same day as you want to take the tour. I rocked up a couple of hours before my chosen tour was leaving, assuming that would be early enough, but nope! They were all sold out.

I was gutted, especially as it was my last day in Berlin, so I couldn’t put it off for another day.

Fortunately, there was a different tour — Tour 1; the Dark Worlds Tour — leaving in half an hour, and it did still have tickets available. I knew nothing about it, but bought one anyway.

Berlin's holocaust memorial
Berlin’s holocaust memorial

Here’s what it had in store for me:

Everyday hundreds of people walk past a green door in the Gesundbrunnen underground railway station, unaware that within lies a subterranean labyrinth full of history just waiting to be experienced.

Berlin was the nerve centre of the Third Reich and therefore one of the main targets for allied bombing during WWII. On this tour our expert guides will lead you in exploring one of the few remaining bunkers, as it was left after the war. There you will learn more about the life of the average Berlin citizen during the air-raids that destroyed up to 80% of the city’s centre. Travelling through the twisting passages and rooms, you will also see countless artefacts from the war that have been buried for decades.

There were around twenty people taking the tour with me, and sadly, photography was not permitted, so I can’t show you any photos of what the bunker looked like.

But suffice to say, it was eerie and depressing, the rooms were cramped, the air was thick, damp, and heavy, and though I don’t normally get claustrophobic, I felt suffocated as we descended into the shelter.

And the entrance is just how it was described above: you enter the subway station, make a turn, and there’s a huge, heavy door that marks the entrance to the shelter. If you hadn’t taken one of these tours, you’d have no idea what was behind it.

Berlin by the river

Over the next hour, I gained a fascinating insight into the lives of Berlin citizens during the air raids of the second World War, from observing the composting toilets that were used by everyone, to huddling in the tiny, cramped rooms that were for mothers and children.

Many of the rooms were painted in toxic phosphorescent paint — which we were warned not to touch multiple times — so that whenever the power was cut, the rooms would illuminate in an eerie shade of green. This glow can still be seen clearly today whenever the lights are turned off.

Which, yes, did make me feel pretty nervous.

One of the stories that stuck most with me was when our guide described how they’d monitor the levels of oxygen in the room.

With so many people crammed into such a small space, and with oxygen rising to the ceiling and carbon dioxide sinking, candles would be used to figure out how much longer civilians could remain in safety.

First, they’d place a candle on the floor. As soon as it flickered out, they’d place another one on a wooden bench and bring the children up onto their laps. When that flame was extinguished, there was one final candle that would be held at waist height, while everyone stood on the benches.

And when that candle went out? Everyone would have to leave, even if there was a full-on air raid taking place outside the door. Their choice was to either suffocate or take the risk of being bombed above ground.

Shudder.

And given what’s currently going on in the world, our tour guide drew many parallels between Hitler and a certain presidential candidate that she clearly despised. Somebody asked how Hitler could have been democratically elected, and the answer was startlingly familiar: by creating a sense of fear among German citizens; by telling them that Germany’s problems had all been caused by the Jews; and by claiming that he could make Germany great again.

As a British person, I have to say the tour was full of valuable insights. I guess during history lessons in school, it was always just us being taught that *the Germans* were the enemy. I’d never really stopped to consider the experiences of German civilians at the time. Having their experiences brought to life and learning about how terrifying this would have been to them was, well, awful. I came away feeling that it had been so important for me to go on this tour to gain this new outlook into what civilians went through at this time.

Speaking of being British…

The Brandenburg Gate
The Brandenburg Gate

Towards the end of the tour, we stopped in a tiny room and huddled up close together on small benches.

“And as the British dropped these bombs,” the tour guide started, before pausing. “Do we have anyone British here by the way?”

I stared straight down at my feet.

That was kind of an awkward question to ask, and as everyone else remained silent, I wasn’t going to be the lone Brit to be shamed by the group. I didn’t know what the guide was going to say about my Britishness, but I was certain it wasn’t going to be positive.

I kept my lips firmly closed.

“No British people? Okay. Well, let’s find out where you’re all from then.”

My eyes widened and she began going around in a circle, pointing at people one-by-one and asking where they had come from.

“Holland,” a couple called out.

“Israel,” said someone else.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself.

What was I going to say? I couldn’t just come out and say that I was British after deliberately remaining silent! But what else was I going to say? I have a British accent! I can’t do any other accents. My accents are terrible. The Worst. 

Where the hell should I say I’m from?

The guide was closing in on me now; there were only two people ahead of me and they were both American, which meant I definitely couldn’t say I was from anywhere in North America. I’d be found out immediately.

Where hadn’t anyone said they were from? What accent can I do?

Oh god.

I was still racking my brains to think of a country when the guide’s finger landed on me.

I looked up.

She raised her eyebrows expectantly.

“I, uh…”

“Where are you from?”

“New Zealand,” I blurted out.

Except, I tried to do a New Zealand accent at the time and kind of squeaked out, “Noo Zulund” and then turned crimson red.

“New Zealand!” somebody exclaimed. “You’ve come from the other side of the world.”

I nodded and smiled, running through Dave’s geographical history in my head.

I’ll tell them I grew up in Ashburton, but lived in Christchurch for a few years. That my accent isn’t strong because I lived in the U.K. for three years. Oh god, please don’t ask me any questions. Please don’t make me say anything else in my terrible, terrible accent. 

“Which island?” somebody asked.

“South Island,” I whispered in my New Zealand accent that was starting to sound strangely like an Indian one.

I then had to spend the rest of the tour avoiding eye contact and making sure I didn’t accidentally say anything or draw attention to myself, in case it led to me having to open my mouth.

And that was how I took a tour of a Berlin air raid shelter as a New Zealander.

Berlin street art
Berlin street art

Aside from that mishap, I loved this tour. It was fascinating, well-run, and I was captivated by our guide’s stories the entire time. Given that it’s just €11 for a 90-minute tour, it’s well-worth the money and I highly recommend it.

Any downsides? The tour was kind of boring at the end. Once we finished the World War II segment, we moved on to learning about the subway’s use in more recent times, such as keeping beer cold, and how the station was part of a pneumatic postal system. It felt that these sections had been shoved on to the end to lengthen the tour, and I didn’t pay all that much attention to them.

And not just because I was practicing my New Zealand accent in my head.

If you do decide to check out one of the underground tours of Berlin, don’t do what I did, and make sure to head to the ticket office in the morning to ensure you get a spot on the tour you want. You can see a full list of what tours they offer and their times here.

This was one of the best tours I’ve ever taken, and I’m looking forward to trying out a second one when I return to Berlin in the spring. Because I will be returning in the spring: that’s how much I loved Berlin! I really want to show Dave around one of my new favourite cities, but not in winter.

Does this sound like your kind of tour? Have you ever pretended you were from somewhere else and had to put on a fake accent? Haha.

18 Comments

  1. October 20, 2016
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    Oh my! I wondered how on earth you got into the situation of pretending to be from New Zealand. I think I could pretend to be British or Canadian, but I can’t do a New Zealand or Australian accent to save my life!

    I love the candid way you write about these experiences. The tour does sound phenomenal.

    • October 20, 2016
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      Oh, I was so lucky that nobody on my tour was from Australia or New Zealand, because there is no way they would have accepted my terrible accent!

  2. October 20, 2016
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    If I ever go to Berlin, I will definitely be doing one of these tours; like you I was always taught that *The Germans* were the enemy and you never really think about the lives of those being affected when living in enemy lands, when realistically, a lot of them probably didn’t even agree with Hitler. It sounds very eye-opening! I definitely laughed out loud reading about you claiming to be from New Zealand! Very funny!

  3. October 20, 2016
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    This is really fascinating. The bit about the candles measuring the oxygen levels was really eerie.

    Also, as an American…I’m so ashamed that we even have anything going on here right now that could be compared to Hitler. Damn.

    • October 21, 2016
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      I mean, it seems to happening all over the world, too. Our guide was saying the far, far, far right party in Germany has been gaining a huge amount of support in recent years.

  4. October 21, 2016
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    Oh no I think you picked the hardest accent to do. It is very rare to hear someone pull off a good NZ accent – even an Aussie! The tour sounds fascinating. I love Underground tours and the ones in Edinburgh and Seattle were really cool

    • October 21, 2016
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      Yes! I took the underground one they run in Seattle and it was badass.

      And agree, the New Zealand accent isn’t easy to pull off. Even after spending lots of time with Dave’s family, I still can’t really tell the difference between that and an Australian accent, haha. But yeah, I was like: “just remember that yes is yis and deck is dick” hahaha.

      • October 21, 2016
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        Yes I was with my ex for nine years (he is South African) and he was never able to pull it off! No one would be able to tell if you only said a few words though – like yis and dick :)

  5. October 21, 2016
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    I did that tour! It was fascinating and we learned a lot. I think the company does similar tours including flak towers.

    When you go back, I would recommend the Stasi Headquarters as a visit. Left pretty much as it was in 1989. The radio in the drivers’ room had stickers on it to ensure that it was tuned to East German stations only. Really interesting, and a whole different world not very long ago.

    • October 21, 2016
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      Oh, cool, thanks so much for the recommendation! I’ll put it on the list :-)

  6. October 21, 2016
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    I would love to see this. The closest I’ve done is to visit Churchill’s War Rooms in London, which is, I guess viewing the other side of the coin.

  7. October 22, 2016
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    Hahaha hilarious! I was intrigued by the title, but I totally understood why you would pose as New Zealander! What a horrible question to ask when you’re on a tour like this…

  8. October 22, 2016
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    Oh hilarious, I would have loved to hear your fake NZ accent! It’s a pretty odd question to ask on such a tour anyway, what was he going to say when you would have raised your hand. Thanks for bombing us?

    More to the point, it sounds like a very interesting tour and something I would definitely want to do when I finally visit Berlin (one of my biggest oversights in Europe as well…)

  9. October 23, 2016
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    Thanks for the post. We’ll be in Berlin in April and I need to find things to do that will be educational without being too grim (we’re traveling with our kids). I think we’ll give this particular tour a miss though.

  10. October 28, 2016
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    I did the same tour years back and it was brutal. Thinking about the horrible things that took place in shelters like that was difficult. But, as you said, a highly informative tour. And as an American, I hope you’ll ignore the Trump supporter above :)

  11. October 30, 2016
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    Cracked me up. I was just thinking that the way kiwis say new zealand is really hard to pull off… so your work was cut out from the start. We loved Berlin too, will definitely go back, and probably do one of these tours now, sounds great!

    • November 4, 2016
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      Oh man, I know! I was so embarrassed and so grateful that nobody on the tour was from New Zealand!

  12. November 20, 2016
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    I’m glad you had a great time in Berlin! ? There is a lot of history to explore and I’m almost sure the guide wouldn’t have been horrible, even if you said you were from Britain (also most younger people love the British).
    Something similar happened to us recently in Chile. When being asked in the free tours – which happens almost every time – where we’re from/live we usually don’t know what to say cause I’ve been in Vienna for almost nine years, but I am originally from Germany. Since everyone blurted out the cities they live in currently, we said Vienna and the tour guide ended up being surprised there were no Germans (pretty awkward to raise your hand now…) and he kept on pointing that out and referring to it when touching the German history in Chile ?

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