A few days ago I noticed the total absence of the Bauernbergpark man. All his belongings were gone too. Before that he had been the proud owner of a large tarpaulin that had covered all his other things. There had been carton boxes of different sizes, one of them containing tobacco packets (predominantly Maverick), lots of bottles, stones and gravel, blankets, jackets a backpack, two trolleys and a sleeping bag. Then, suddenly everything was gone. Did someone take it from him, just cleaned the park benches, took all these precious goods away. Where did he go?
Yesterday night I saw him again, sitting there, doing some weird motions with his hands. He had nothing.
Today I passed by his two favorite benches again. There was a plastic "Lidl" bag with some bottles and a blanket. So I think he is about to start all over again.
While we sit inside our warm apartments, playing Minecraft or hugging our loved ones, he starts to rebuild his mediocre empire again from nothing but a few pieces of gravel and with the help of a few nice people who obviously help him.
This gives me hope for all future catastrophes. I think we can always trust the world to get us back on our feet again. This is also one of our weaknesses, because with this hope and trust, we sometimes forget to keep on walking without any help. Maybe next time we get back on our feet without touching anything.
Maybe everything will collapse pretty soon. If so we can be sure that there will be something new, something even better and somehow worse.
That is the spiral staircase of life, the universe and everything.
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