Resume

Whether it was so normal that an intern had to go home to his teaching coach in the morning so as not to be left out in the rain - literally, as the floodgates of heaven had decided today to drown the world - or not, now I was standing here in front of his front door, waiting for him to finally open the stupid thing so that I wouldn't drown out here on his threshold. But of course the Lord took his time. After all, it was dry inside too, so no need to rush.

The area I was in was even more run down than the part of town I lived in. One apartment building huddled together here. Large prefabricated buildings that were as monotonous as the cloud-gray sky. The amount of graffiti that smeared the house walls suggested that there were gangs here. And the bars and shutters in front of the shop windows of the shops on the other side could also give rise to this thought. On the other hand, they could also simply be intended to protect against proles. That wasn't uncommon today.