This morning in the S-Bahn: Six girls around the age of 16  (which is quite hard to guess with young people today)  were sharing seats. First they sat on each other’s knees and tried a few different positions before squeezing in next to each other. Three girls on two seats, same thing on the other side. At this age you like being close, being in groups and you like sharing. You share basically everything. Wardrobe, jewellery, bed, secrets, wisdom. You go to the bathroom together.
When the girls finally had installed themselves, one girl asked the others: “When you’ll be an adult, what would you rather own? A bar, a gas-station, a casino or a bakery?” She asked this in a way that there wouldn’t be any more choices. The other girls shared her opinion: these are the options.
I thought the new generation would dream of being creative, at least of being in the movies. Or a pop star, which seems easier than ever.
The girls next to me in the S-Bahn took their time to consider their options. In a very serious manner. Bar, gas station, casino, bakery.
Four girls decided for the bar, the other two chose the bakery. No votes for the casino or the gas-station. Too dangerous. They talked about getting robbed in the casino. And in the gas station. Same risk for both. Bakery and bar are much safer. Sounds like a solid future. I take the casino.