Until a few years ago I had a romantic fantasy about my future. I would have a good job and earn quite a lot money (because that is so typical for Berlin!) and live in a wonderful big flat in Sophienstraße in Mitte.
When I’d come home from work with my beautiful black Peugeot ladies’ bicycle (which actually existed when I started having this fantasy) I would stop at the small pralines and chocolates shop and buy handmade pralines to surprise my two children when they come home from ballet and violin class. After a family dinner in our big living room we would cuddle up in front of the (for my sake fake) fireplace, enjoy the chocolates and tea and I would read stories to my children until they’d fall asleep. My husband and I would switch to red wine and talk about our wonderful jobs and plans for the weekend.
On the weekends I would buy fresh vegetables on the farmer’s market at Hackescher Markt, carry everything home in a basket and cook wonderful meals. Every Sunday we’d play games, make trips to the countryside or meet the rest of the family.
Nothing of all this has ever come true. No husband, no children, no flat in Mitte. I do not even cook very well, and on the weekends I order pizza and try not to leave the house. My black Peugeot bicycle has been stolen in Prenzlauer Berg years ago.
But when I’m around Sophienstraße I still think of that sketch of a fairy tale life and feel good about it, because dreams do not always have to come true. Keep them as long as they serve a purpose!
gruß, heike.
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