Our oh-so-great showcase neighborhood. Over time, the cars change. The perfect ball-shaped trees continue to grow. But the majority of people are and remain just ridiculous. Right now, I’m not really interested in that. My interests are the daily visitors. Exactly those that are right in front of my face. They are the pimples and blackheads. I’m preoccupied with questions like: How do I look today? Can I even leave the house in the morning? Well, and why do I hear so much about skin irritations everywhere? What on earth is irritating my skin? Just too much input. I don’t think even my parents can fix that right now. Speaking of my parents, they are doing well. They still behave oddly, and the Prosecco tastes good. They don’t always understand me either. But I think that’s a generational thing or it’s just age.