It was father’s day, so naturally I spoiled myself. Half day in the Spielplatz with Maya, and another half at a farm 30 kilometers from Berlin. I think I heard the word “Aba” (father, in Hebrew) at least 500 times today. “Aba I want an ice cream”, “aba I want on the trampoline”, “aba I want on your shoulders”, “aba I want to listen to Connie”. As I said, it was father’s day.
We drove to the farm with a couple of friends who we really like. We actually love them, not just like. Since it was 30 miles from Berlin, it was obviously decorated with some Nazis. They weren’t a lot, but those who were there made sure to pock a look into me, to make sure that they were thinking that I am crossing a territory that I don’t belong to, and it will be better for all of us if I would return as soon as possible to Berlin with its fucking open minded people.
I was also thinking: It’s nice to look at monkeys in the park (though they were not included in the prospect).
We ended up the tour in a huge complex where you can take a tour among dinosaurs. I was thinking: I should watch out. In Germany dinosaurs don’t wait millions of years to reappear.