People who happened to have a nice view looking from their balcony into a neighbor's garden wake up one morning staring into a deeply dug hole for underground parking.
This is followed by a year of noise and dust. Walls are thrown up, and one morning, they look unto their new neighbor's balcony and table when this is all over. Soon they know whether he/she takes müsli or croissants for breakfast. I have not heard about handshakes between neighbors across balconies so far.
The problem of handshakes definitely does not exist at the Westfriedhof (west cemetery) in Cologne, where Elisabeth and I usually visit my parents-in-law's gravesite. This time we could not readily find the site. The environment where trees and shrubs had guided us in the past had changed entirely. Soon the reason became clear: densification. I took the photo with my parents-in-law's tombstone in the foreground, showing a plot of land in the back in preparation for packing corpses into a higher surface density.
The problem of handshakes definitely does not exist at the Westfriedhof (west cemetery) in Cologne, where Elisabeth and I usually visit my parents-in-law's gravesite. This time we could not readily find the site. The environment where trees and shrubs had guided us in the past had changed entirely. Soon the reason became clear: densification. I took the photo with my parents-in-law's tombstone in the foreground, showing a plot of land in the back in preparation for packing corpses into a higher surface density.
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