OK maybe I’m exaggerating but it sure felt that way. It was Sunday and more than ever I didn’t know what to do with myself. With reality around the corner Sundays have probably always been one of modern mans biggest challenges.
Though I do consider myself a brave man when it comes to Sundays my fight-or-flight reflex is always flight but this Sunday ended differently with a terrace BBQ in Prenzlauer Berg. In the company of couple of Kikis and a few globs of white I was gently carried from Saturday to Monday in one piece.
I truly believe that making Sunday BBQ mandatory will make this world a better place. So this post goes out to Kiki’s, Markus and the rest of the terrace crowd for improving this world one Sunday at a time.