It was a nice and sunny afternoon. Nelly circled the Giebelpfuhl, Berlins largest pond, and wondered what the difference between a large pond and a small lake was. Anyway, it was lovely to watch the glistening water and the ducks lying drowsily next to it. When she came closer, one of the ducks hissed at her, to lazy to get up and leave its sunny place, immediatly closing its eyes again after Nelly backing two steps. She looked at the old churchtower. She certainly wasn´t in the heart of the city, whereever that was, but this was Berlin after all, Germanys biggest city. It felt more like an old village. Only when she turned left she could see a tower building behind the trees.
A little further south, she came to a big crossing of really big roads. The cityness of the place couldn´t be fortaken here. Right at the corner there was a little bakery with tables and chairs in front of it. Most of the seats were taken by elderly people. Nelly went inside and got herself some mixture between bread and marzipan. „You can only get it here. Always fresh because it is sold as soon as it gets out of the oven. We are one of the last little bakeries“, the young woman behind the counter said proudly. Nelly sat down at the last vacant table, a little chilled by the wind, oblivious to the loud traffic like the other guests.
She passed more cafes later, all crowded by retired men and women, looking neither rich nor poor, having just enough pension to enjoy the mild spring sun with a piece of cake as soon as it got out. And not having anything else to do.
The area looked common. Nelly didn´t want to live in a place like this. Neither now nor when she got old. But even though the people on the street did not strike her by being extremely nice and good natured, they seemed content and Nelly smiled to herself.