SouTH BeRLiN – The bottle seller

First day of spring.

The sausages are now grilling on the old grass marked in its soil with firecrackers, with butts, with caps of biers.

Since a week already couples have started their irritating game.

A man with grey hair, black backpack, searches for a place to sit with a worried look. A man, much younger, leaves his group and walks toward him ; asks him something ; the other man seeks in his backpack, taking a big bottle of bier out of it, receives some coins back.

Two guitarists play well, a little further up.

The life of plants will start again here.

Death spreads its power there, just there, behind some seas.

“You must believe in Spring”

 

 

 

 

 

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