|Happiness has a different face|
Sure, there was Christmas Eve, spent with most of my immediate family at my bother's first ex-wife's place. Since it was also my dad's 82nd birthday, it was a festive occasion, and there were those candles, and my 15-year-old nephew, who lives with Prader-Willi Syndrome, smiled a lot. We spent a harmonious evening, with a catered turkey that I first mistook for a small ostrich, and copious amounts of wine. The distribution of the gifts was interrupted at strategic times to allow the adults to take a smoke break in the kitchen—you can't just step outside when you live on the second floor of a Berlin Altbau without a balcony. Two smoke breaks equal lots of presents. It was a nice evening.
|My nephew Jannick with some of his Christmas loot|
|Dad and my brother (plus a friend, rolling a cig) in front of a Polish tobacco shop|
|Live trout, carp (a Christmas delicacy!) and other fresh fish|
|It's all in the display ...|
|A Polish barber shop|
|The x-mas trees haven't started to fall from the balconies yet, but this mattress did. |
Viewed right in front of my dad's apartment in Neukölln.
|One wouldn't think one's in the capital of one of the globe's most prosperous nations.|