The Necessary Smile

Last night was election night in Germany and I was wearing a random yellow t-shirt. Before running out the door on a bike run to Prenzlauer Berg, I put on my trusty black corduroy jacket. Soon I was biking across Kreuzberg proudly flaunting the yellow-black team colours of what will likely be the new ruling coalition of Germany. The horror. It didn’t occur to me until I was halfway through Mitte, ...