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INorthwest of Berlin, a man climbs a staircase, opens a rooftop door, and gazes at an ashen sky. There are deserted asphalt tracks below him, and one plane after another has disappeared in recent days.
“Now he’s finally getting serious,” says Philipp Bouteiller. He wears a white shirt and a black suit with a pocket square, suitable for the two occasions he associates with this place, farewell and beginning.
Bouteiller says he flew from Tegel to the world countless times. But he has come to talk about the future. For the next few hours, you’ll run your finger over the architect’s blueprints, stroll the green around the runways, and use phrases as wrinkle-free as your shirt to transform a downtown airport into a district of the future. Where others look from the visitor terrace and see barren land under thick fog, Bouteiller sees the answer to one of the great global questions: How do we want to live in the future?
