So this is how crazy Berlin is. I’m riding my bike through our neighborhood yesterday. It’s almost the coldest day of the year, which means practically nothing this year, but let’s say for the sake of argument it’s near freezing. Cold. But around the corner I hear a song, as played on a very lo-fi truck-based device. The essence of happiness, distilled into melody, but, you know, Deutsch-style. So a little heavier than that.
I think no. It can’t be. But in fact, around the corner comes a van plastered with pictures of ice cream bars and cones. It’s the ice cream man. The first one I’ve seen all year, even at the height of the heat wave.
It makes perfect sense. Really it does.