A year ago today was an extremely hot day. In light summer clothes and with large wicker baskets or cotton bags, people strolled over cobblestones on the Bornheim weekly market, looking at the display of freshly pricked asparagus and juicy, bright red strawberries. The saleswoman at the bread stand was filling up my favorite chocolate rolls. A little further up, someone impatiently and loudly walked between a stroller and a walker while talking on the phone. And as always, coffee lovers stood together with espresso and cigarette in front of the café. “I’ll miss that,” I thought.
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