As kids we used to get icecream when we behaved at the doctor’s. Last night I felt I was due a treat, too, after I had my wound dressed and cleaned. So I went to my corner pub for a drink. I felt I had earned that as I had not moaned or cried. Alas, the place was full with a school group from Baden-Württemberg. The teenagers were noisy but good fun to watch. One of the boys said to me: Berlin is a great city but it stinks on every other corner. Why does it smell so bad? I made up a lousy explanation, something about the river Spree not really flowing through it but rather sloshing back and forth, foul water, something the like. He seemed satisfied, even happy to be the proud owner of exclusive information. Exclusive indeed.
Apart from that it was odd to see their group interaction. One could already clearly tell what kind of person each of them would turn into. The leaders, the stars, the houswives, the labourers, the advertising and sales people, the scientists, the rebels, the clerks and so on. I wish I could meet the same group in 15 years from now and check back on them. Judging time and its effects. Or my own prejudices.
Time, Pink Floyd
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