Without Monty Python's irony: my life, more than ever, is made of contrasts.
Yin and Yang.
In June 2021 Berlin had 3.766.089 inhabitants (3.880 had left the city at the end of 2020 - due to the now very high rents, and some in Covid-time became tired of city life with their little children in tiny apartments).
I am lucky to have the cake and eat it (well - it might happen that on a very stressful baking-day you can hear me grumble over crumb & trifle. What do you expect from the translator of 'LEON: Baking & Puddings')?
Half of the month - or a little more - I now live in a tiny but beautiful village in Bavaria - together with 511 very friendly inhabitants. Yesterday the desperate customer consultant of a big Sunday paper - which I now have subscribed to - called: "Sorry - we cannot send you our Sunday paper, because in your village we have no newspaper deliverer. We can only send it to you on Monday, by mail". I said "Who Wants Yesterday's Papers?" - and he answered: "The Postman Always Rings Twice" .
My sister gave good advice through WhatsApp: "Go to the bakery on Sunday and buy the paper there."
The thing is: we don't have a bakery here. We have no shop whatsoever. The nearest are 3 km further, in the two little towns near by, but to go there you have to use the sweet red train, if you don't want to run on an A-Road - as Google Map friendly advised me: that road has NO sidewalk - but a lot of quick traffic - and I do not want to reduce the number of Berlin's inhabitants even more...
Don't get me wrong: I'm not complaining. I am utterly happy here - and I mean: HAPPY - with the triplets and Son & DiL so near, and beautiful nature all around. Bliss!
And if I want to take a "Walk on the Wild Side", I can do that here too: