I ride to Gendarmenmarkt, and stop, leaning on my bike in front of the Französischer Dom. You are there, talking to a friend; I stay silent, just watching, petrified lest I break that instant. But you see me, smile: la beauté du diable... We stay for a few minutes, chatting. An old man sells bubbles bottles to the children, the late Summer air is still warm.
https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2014/09/02/confession-bergmannkiez/
