"Hey neighbor- You are beautiful :) "
How did she react?
I don't know (yet)...
How did I feel?/What is the story?
Moving to Berlin brings back a lot of the past. Starting with my beloved friends, continuing with memories attached everywhere, and finishing with the whole home situation: In a family home in Andernach I almost forgot how thin Berlin walls are. I hear every word my roommate says and every beat my downstairs neighbor plays. Big B makes people snuggle up. Not literally, quite the opposite in fact, but in terms of buldings: I live on the fourth floor and from my window I see about 10 apartments clearly across the backyard. I know people's schedules and their food preferences, I know who smokes and who doesn't. I know which film the guy on the second floor to the left watched last Friday and that the one next to him got into a fight with his girlfriend today. By the way, for underwear her favorite color is red. It suits her well. They on the other hand know which Yoga poses I struggle in and that I like to practice at night. They know I sometimes passionately sing along with youtube karaoke videos and that I like being naked at home. That I am always late and tear my room apart last minute, desperately looking for something before storming out- where to? They have no idea. My name, my story, my profession- it's a secret to them. Everything I choose to do in public is out of their sight and everything I do in private is theirs to see. Same for me; World upside down.
I don't stare. I just briefly take a look sometimes but our eyes have not crossed yet. Except for one person: My neighbor right across the yard, same floor, to the right. She and I have smiled and waved at each other twice. She smokes and goes to bed early. She lives by herself. Alone most of the time she sometimes cooks for herself.
I might end up never talking to her- the fluctuation in Berlin is insane. So who she is and where she goes? No idea. For now at least. How she is? I know. I have seen it in her smile and her calm movements: She is beautiful.
I am sick. This compliment was my way of sticking with the project even though I was lying in bed all day.'No direct interaction but I just decided it counts and I am always curious about ways to interpret the compliment paradigm. Foud a new one :)