Full, wonderful life
My life is full right now. Very full. Professional appointments every weekend until the end of November. Alongside publishing house, ship, Welcome culture quadro communicate and, where I can, help out in the emergency accommodation round the corner from me. At the moment, mainly by organising things: Translations, medication, glasses, headphones, clothes. Apart from the concert, I haven't yet had the time to take on one of the long shifts to spend time with the residents in peace and quiet. Organising warm clothes and medication for the 100 new refugees arriving these days was more important at first.
My life is full. Wonderfully full.
This morning I picked up three bags (!) of medication for the emergency shelter from the pharmacy round the corner. At the same time, the daughter of an Iranian refugee and a Swiss visitor, who is currently on the ship, went to the Hotel Ibis and helped to pack 200 x bedding for our emergency shelter. In the afternoon, I went to the ship and enjoyed the dark-skinned and light-skinned boys playing together. An unemployed Berlin woman helped me paint the ceiling in the living room together with the Swiss woman. Together we got most of it done.
The Swiss woman comforted me because a Facebook post . someone had everything bad imaginable for Mrs Merkel - hit me so hard that I had to cry. You can disagree politically, but do you have to become inhuman because of it? Maybe I'm too sensitive, but it just hurt me so much to read that. She promised me that God's blessing should wrap around me like a warming shawl that protects me from the cold.
On the S-Bahn, I then saw a young man of African origin jump after a Turkish-looking woman and press her purse into her hand, which she had pale as a corpse. At Butter Lindner, I was given a second chicken leg as a gift in addition to the one I bought. And at the post office, the employee brought my heavy parcel to my door. And finally, my neighbour - who has a car - agreed to drive the things I couldn't bring to the accommodation myself.
Now I'm enjoying the luxury of an electric foot massager, listening to classical music and looking forward to the end of the day. My life is full. Wonderfully full.
