I went today to look at the city I live in. It’s a strange city. 1.3 million people in one place and still a feel as if you’re in a small town.
Livingroom Germany: My town neatly sitting with its older siblings at the coffee table, bib tidily tucked under the well-fed chin. Berlin, sitting opposite at the head of the table, has done it again…painted the entire table-cloth with organic elderberry juice. Frankfurt to the right keeps texting under the table – as if Mum would not see that… Hamburg is never home anyway…didn’t they open their own country? And to Cologne you can never talk…always got her headphones on…stupid girl. Munich is happily tucking in hedgehog slices, Black Forest cake and cupcakes from the other’s plates. The Bavarian cream makes almost anything go down easily. The flushy rosy cheeks are bouncing up and down so happyly she chews. Dapper but not busy and probably calling its own 50ies hairdo spruce. Trimmed to fit all who are well-kept. Wishing to be soingné, handsome and nifty. Proper. You can see those cheeks glowing. Especially on a sunny November day like this. Can you tell I made my peace with this place?