Hope dies last

Yesterday, my neighbour asked me whether – following the theft of my bike – I was constantly looking to see if I could spot it anywhere. Of course I am. I hope to spot it somewhere in the city. He did the same. After his bike was stolen, he spent two weeks walking around the city with that „where’s-my-bike“ look on his face. And he was successful. He managed to snatch his stolen bike back from somewhere outside a pub. That gives me hope. Even if Saarbrücken, where it happened, is a bit smaller than Berlin. But I’m keeping my eyes peeled.