Day 2 - Orange trees or how to adapt
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Sun. The first thing I noticed was the sun. Beautiful. Okay, a little early for us to get up, but nevertheless very beautiful. And peaceful. No neighbors to wake us up, no rain, no gloomy grey sky, only silence and sunshine. Can it get better? Yesâ�¦â�¦ I go to see if there is sun on the small terrace by the bedroom window so we can eat outside. And the tree is full of oranges. How wonderful to have breakfast under an orange tree. And the smell of oranges and coffee... And the view into the neighbors garden, okay so they park their cars in there, but it is still nice. A swiss lady lives in the building next door and she keeps the garden beautiful. Ful of orange trees and flowers and jasmine. The whole entrance is full of orange trees and the smell of orange blossoms is in the air.
Time to get more necessities. I hate shopping. I leave the serenity.
The city is now like any other city. People walking past each other in a hectic way, everybody is in a hurry and the gap between the better off and the not so well off is more visible than ever before. As I was thinking about how people can manage to survive here with "their" income and "our" prices , the doorbell rings. It was a mother with a child begging for money. I return to my table and wonder about the cars in the yard. They are all covered with plastic.
As I keep telling my daughter those oranges are not good for eating, my new neighbour comes around the corner. Greeting me in accent free German. Ah, he grew up in Cologne. I am not surprised. He picks the oranges and tells my daughter they are great. I meet his daughters during the school break and he encourages me to pack my bags and move here. As the sun is shining on my face and the smell of the orange blossoms is fogging up my brain, I am thinking " well, actually, why not.
In the evening, when the temperature drops around 6 degrees Celsius and the small heater does not work in the bedroom (it burned the carpet) I remember, how the locals praise everything about their country. And I wonder what is so great about hot in the day and freezing cold at night. And I think another thing they have in common with people in the US. Or Spain. Or anywhere else. Home is always best. To almost all of us. But as we were freezing of our buttocks, the idea of living here does not sound so thrilling anymore.