We don't live in the one of the more happening areas of Munich as far as restaurants, cafes, shopping and the like go. But our neighborhood is absolutely bustling with kids and their parents. Now that the weather is warmer, children scootering, biking, and just plain running around fill the streets. Their moms and dads hang out too, keeping one eye on the little ones and chatting with each other.
If these folks were gorillas, I would be their Jane Goodall, living in their Mist. Watching from my balcony, but not participating in their unintelligible communications. I have gleaned that a young boy named Fabio is the trouble maker of the pack. There is a constant soundtrack of "Fabio - auto!" (i.e. Fabio, look out for the car) and "Owww.... FA-bio!" (i.e. Fabio hit someone). I have decided that Fabio was probably the young gent I caught peeing while rollerblading when he thought no one was looking. But his side-to-side glances didn't count on an observant American watering her plants that sat on a window sill just above.
The next door neighbors are like celebrities to us. They are a gorgeous couple who live in a gorgeous house, with two well trained golden retrievers, two fat and cuddly bunnies who hop about the backyard on nice days, and three children to boot. It is a stunning display.
I love your anology to Goodall. That balcony of yours is perfect for spying, the imagination and two dogs. Super quaint.
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