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				<title>The creepy photo booths</title>
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				<description>&lt;figure&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;/img/arena3.webp&#34;&gt;&lt;img src=&#34;/dith/arena3_dithered.png&#34;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&#xA;&lt;/figure&gt;&#xA;&#xA;&lt;p class=&#34;intro&#34; data-letter=&#34;N&#34;&gt;Near Arena Berlin, there are two photo booths. Since the pandemic, they’ve barely been used - at least whenever I’ve passed by. The one right in front of the Badeschiff gate feels especially strange when it’s empty; you only hear the wind and the distant sounds of the city. Still, I always get the feeling that something might happen if I step inside. It reminds me of the concept of liminal spaces: places that were once full of life but now feel empty, evoking nostalgia, lostness, and uncertainty&lt;sup id=&#34;fnref:1&#34;&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;#fn:1&#34; class=&#34;footnote-ref&#34; role=&#34;doc-noteref&#34;&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;. They seem to exist outside of time, suspended between what was and whatever comes next. The pandemic created many of these uncomfortable liminal spaces, as transitions are always stressful - especially when we don’t know what’s ahead.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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