For crying out loud

The fact that this is the crazy-no-ending-last-working-week in Berlin for both of us and we’re saving crying baby bird on the floor and his desperate flying around mother, is fitting. The fact that we are doing it after the best neighbors ever had been waiting for our help to do it, while taking care of the garden, just made my day. The fact that the evil landlord is showing off his power among the silence, once again and in the face of our departure, killing plants and damaging the survival eco-system at the beginning of summer, it’s also fitting, but inequivocally hopeless. The fact that I love this man carrying the nest of the fourth or fifth generation of Blaumeiser birds to the top of the elderberry tree that he himself had saved from the same stupid greed back in 2017, is indisputable and clear as water should be for all.