There is a little farm in our park. Maybe it’s a zoo but I like to think of it as a farm. It always reminds me of an imaginary childhood on the countryside I never had. It was feeding time when I arrived. I heard the animal keeper shouting something into my direction, but he wasn’t talking to me but to the donkey whose name I forgot. The conversation continued for some time until he discovered me, the animal keeper, the donkey was still ignoring me. The two bulls got excited too when he finally arrived with his barrow, it was lunchtime and they were about to get some cauliflower. The donkey got only hay. From the other side I heard another animal keeper complaining on how one of the horses follows her everywhere today. She asked the horse kindly to stop and the horse walked right next to me. It did something with its hoofs and gave me a look I couldn’t read. Uncomfortable with my lack of understanding I left.
I walked through the park and passed by the guys waiting to sell weed. One of them also seemed to have bronchitis, we had a moment of coughing together but he had to work. I realized that today several catering women were around. Women, who push buggies full of thermos bottles providing coffee and tea, maybe soup and sandwiches. It wasn’t too cold but not nice to be standing outside in the rain neither. I wondered what will happen now when the first coffee shop will open. Will they lose their jobs? I heard that getting caught with a grass offence is less dangerous than when you get caught working illegally in a kitchen without papers. So their product caught legalized before they did. I’m really not looking forward seeing some cool, young, white, middle-class kid selling weed in this coffee shop in Görlitzer Park as if things are solved now.
When I walked back to the farm I saw how one of the animal keepers tried to make a billy goat get into his shed. She was patiently doing some signs with one arm straight up in the air. The goat refused and even attacked her a little bit with its horn. She rubbed her leg it wasn’t too bad. She did her best. I watched this procedure and hoped he wouldn’t give up his stand. After fifteen minutes she gave up. The billy goat stayed outside in the rain and gave me a look. I read it was a look of content.