I have lived in the Kingdom of Köpenick, by the water, for seven years. It’s really wonderful and – especially because of that – I have become a happy person. But because everyone wants to be happy, the new districts follow one another on the banks of the Dahme and the Spree, on the outskirts of Berlin. At the same time, a lack of …

I have lived in the Kingdom of Köpenick, by the water, for seven years. It’s really wonderful and – especially because of that – I have become a happy person. But because everyone wants to be happy, the new districts follow one another on the banks of the Dahme and the Spree, on the outskirts of Berlin. At the same time, there is a lack of places in schools and kindergartens which is becoming alarming. Of course, no new bridges have been built either, and the traffic past the few struggling bottlenecks is so crowded that you can move faster by bike or on foot.

My parents and my two children outside the home also live in the immediate vicinity of the kingdom. Rubini and Egon not far from Ostkreuz on the Rummelburger Bucht and my parents in the direction of Schmöckwitz, near the Long Lake. My granddaughter Mimi’s school is on the Grünauer Dahme-Ufer and her mother lives on the other side, in Wendenschloß. To be able to access all my luggage more quickly in an emergency, I spontaneously bought a small motor boat! In other words, I’ve paid half for it now, and my favorite cousin Polli has laid out the other half for me. But as some fees are still open and there are some concerts and readings to be done, I will be able to return the money to him as soon as possible. The boat cost less than two months’ rent. Cold.

Polli is wonderful, I can talk to him about God and the world, and we can also make music together. In fact, he plays the guitar better than I do, even though he runs the coffee machines full time. He was also the one who researched the internet for me and found the best deal. And then he and I transferred the ship from Ostprignitz to the kingdom. Over hill and dale, with an unsprung trailer that he hooked up to his bus. I suffered from persistent sweating as Polli sang happy songs while I was driving.

Unfortunately it hasn’t worked with a bunk yet, unfortunately they don’t want to rent me one right on my doorstep. So my friend Uwe granted me temporary asylum, he is a captain in the armed forces and owns a small piece of land by the water, one kilometer from me. It is, however, already plastered with the nutshells of other patients. Free rental. I will continue to ask around – with a little help from my friends! Dzo