When catastrophe hits, the survivalists plan to meet at their depot. It’s in a cellar off the back courtyard of an apartment block in a Berlin suburb.
Their safe place: Down the cellar steps, through an iron door, down a corridor at the back on the right.
There, in the corner, is a backpack that belongs to Daniel Schäfer, stuffed with three months’ worth of supplies. The pack is full, weighing in at 20 kilograms, or 44 pounds. He hasn’t put in the denatured alcohol yet.