
This morning I had breakfast in the cafe where I have wasted my youth. (Just a first joke, nothing is wasted of course, I love and always loved to spend my time in cafes reading, writing, chatting.)
On the picture is the cafe where I used to be once a day to have my cappuccino with cream and sugar when I was in my twenties. I read the newspaper, chatted with the other guests and then I went home again.
In that cafe nothing was renovated nor changed within a decade. On the tables the paint chipps off. The same can be seen on the chairs. The walls havent been painted within a decade, they were brownish still from the time when smoking in cafes was allowed. Even the choice of cakes were the same. I could order my Rosinenschnecke like more than a decade ago and it tasted the same.
The Italian man (the former waiter, now he is the owner) identified me at once. I mean I was a regular guest there. Perhaps I am the same like decades ago, too. Hahahaha. No, I don't belief this. But people simply remember me. Wink.
"Hello, how is everything going, how is your child?" I asked him after the first polite sentences.
This man still speaks only rudimentary German. It doesn't matter. Nobody knows it better than myself, how difficult it is to become fluent in a second language.
"Three children now. Seperated from the one woman. Another woman. Again a child. She already had 2 children. Now with 3 children." That's what I call "to live". I was impressed. I counted: 2 children with the woman I knew, another child with another woman (makes 3) and she had already two children, so it makes 5 in total. That's something. And this man is so modest. Times are difficult nowadays, people do not have so much money anymore for a caffee, I learned. The cafe was empty, I saw it.
He: "Are you married?"
Me: "No, but I have a boyfriend for 12 years now. We live in a so-called wild marriage." We both laughed, and I was sure that the word wild marriage provoked different associations in our minds. (Was I glad that I could say that I have a boyfriend!)
(I didn't say that I try to get my legs behind my head now, even though this was on my mind.)
I only smiled, he wouldn't understand.
I enjoyed the cappuccino and the Rosinenschnecke and wrote my journal. No, I didn't ask if there was wifi in that wonderful charming cafe. My PC was with me. I knew the answer. Of course not!
But when I left the cafe I asked just for fun: "Do you have wifi here?"
He: "What???"
3,90 Euro I paid incl a good tip for a cappuccino and a Rosinenschnecke. Seems as if the prices remained the same, too.