Steffen Kolberg is a member of the Swiss Alpenclub. He likes long hikes, cycles all the way to the Rhine River in the summer, and you can catch him jogging through the Hönggerwald. Last year he bought snowshoes, and is thinking about getting his own cross country skiing kit. He moved to Zurich at the end of 2019. We all know what happened next. In the intervening time, he’s been to four parties, two plays, and one concert.

Steffen Kolberg’s journalistic career began with an embarrassingly poor-paying internship at one of the most important German pop culture journals in Berlin at the time. Cables hung from the walls; a sack of powdered group propped open the office door. And you could always tell when the imprint’s hip hop magazine staff one floor below sat down for an interview with someone, because it began to smell like weed. He summered at festivals; he wintered in clubs and dive bars. Sometimes he hosted his own parties in run-down buildings, where he was most happy bartending. He’s a superfan of DJ Marcelle, one of Helsinki Klub’s permanent fixtures, since he first saw him at a festival in southern German in 2010. He’s happy to beat you in an argument about why checking out a tocotronic concert, even if you don’t know where to start when it comes to the music. Every once in a while, he thinks it all happened in a different life.