And in the end, Yuval said, there are so many neglected orphaned empty ruins in Tel-Aviv, why not, like in Zürich enacting a law, that allows sub-culture youngsters to get on it, to inhabit it, as long as the owners are simply waiting for better investment-times, and in the meantime have no plan or concept how to proceed. Mario and Yuval were applauded and were asked some questions. But nobody really reacted to this very last logical suggestion.
Why do you not get enthusiastic about this proposal, I wanted to ask them, why don’t you right away run to your desks and try to write a new municipal law, taking another little revolutionary step? Teaching and consulting those human urban sub-culture creatures how to occupy buildings, which are deserted for the time being, how for example to turn their roofs agricultural, bringing honeybees into our city. Autsh and yummy.
But I was depressed and tired, I had a beer with Mario and Yuval the night before, out of solidarity with their Teutonic drinking-habits. For a sensitive anti-alcoholic eternal kid like me this is like 20 glasses of vodka for a normal guy. I felt suddenly like I felt way back in those awful times, when I still had to go to school, shy, lousy, mediocre. And now, not so young anymore, but old and naïve, in front of so much young important and less important decision-makers I simply stayed mute. Why am I not like Obama? Just capable to open my mouth and speak like a book. Controlling and ruling my audience. I will never be like Obama, I will never have Sex with Michelle. Oh God. What a stupid joke, how low can I get? Or the other way around. How can I get so low?? But I can’t erase this stupid joke. I never fantasize about Michelle Obama, never, really, only about cities that turn into food growing gardens of Eden, about buildings, shining through eternity with their photovoltaic window-glasses, covered with greenery, hanging gardens, no deathly jungle, but life-bringing jungle; buildings, that do not use energy but produce it. Kraft-Wärme-Kupplung as we say in German, in English, power-heat coupling or cogeneration of heat and power. I should start to become a developer. Now.