A Real Boring Life in a WG

Where once again I have to ask – “C’mon Switzerland, are you for reals?”. And once again I have to say… “I can’t. I just can’t take it”. Gryon, Vaud

2020 edition

There were people in my life that made me laugh, that made me cry.. Some people made me laugh and cry at the same time in both good and bad ways. There were some who disappointed me and a few (just a few!) that surprised me… I didn’t expect that! They sneaked on me and them BAAM! I was caught, utterly in love not only with them, but with myself when I was with them.

I’ll tell you a story. A story of friendship. The most incredible story a human could tell. Ain’t it funny that only at the age of 28 I become to fathom what de Saint-Exupéry meant…

“What matters most are the simple pleasures so abundant that we can all enjoy them…<…> To find it, all we need to do is open our eyes.”

I woke up that morning in MY room. A big, beautiful airy room, 12 sq. m to be exact. I glanced at a hand made tree-branch lamp, I could still feel the smell of palo santo from the evening before… I fell asleep again. Not needing to rush. Having everything I ever needed right there… Right. There.

Then I woke up again. There were exciting things coming! And then I went hiking, no, we went hiking! We went to drink high tea! We were decorating our flat like it was post apocalypse… We were practicing shuffling, we cooked. We made desserts, one after the other, 4 in a row! We talked about feminism… And we watched each other dance. We invented our own language. And we took care of each other. And we listened, and we smiled, with smiles I’ve never seen so real in my life. With eyes so bright and full of colour it made my heart turn in my chest. And then we lit some candles. We lit the fire. So many times, so many fires. 4 and 2 and 3 and 4 again. And 2. We watched a thunderstorm. We planned. We gave each other compliments. Again! And more… And compliments so beautiful it made us feel… childlike again…

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”

“All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems… But all these stars are silent. You-You alone will have stars as no one else has them.”

2018

Some people say they like to live alone. They need their time. Their rest. Well… Screw all that (excuse my language). — You know, I live with 4 other people. Not people even! They’re all some sort of super heroes. Capable of things they themselves don’t know… Creating tiny little miracles every day. Sparking ideas, life, love and tickling each other’s sanity with every honest moment, a puff or a joke.

Sometimes I literally feel like I’m living in a University. Or in a Big Bang Theory… Never ending exploration, lessons, growth! Cultures, politics, physics, quantum mechanics, children, food, music, travels… I mean!! C’mon. Diversity! Everything. Learning how to… Learning about… Love and relationships, friendships, biology and programming. Every simple extraordinary day there’s something new – we touch the meaning of universe(s) and microbes in my gut.

We talk English, German and Swiss German. We talk Greek, Norwegian, Polish, Minnesotan.. Lithuanian as well. We go vegan and then we melt in fondue. We drink cocktails on Wednesdays and smoke before we watch an awkward animation. We throw parties just occasionally. And we heal each other. Then we laugh and laugh once more. We plan. We do. We hope. We try. We learn. And we embrace the perfect moment of this tiny little miracle we call Forchstrasse 186.

“So what did you do yesterday?” – One could ask.

“Well… I came home and G told me about how he hacked the website to automate the flat search. And that was how he got into our WG. In the meanwhile, V was drawing unicorns and Ricks and Mortys on huge IKEA cardboard boxes. Then D and M came home, and we all had some Mary J (ya know…) and watched some Horton Hears a Who!, though couldn’t understand it clearly….”

“And then the other day we decided to go out for a drink. And then <totally unpredictably> we got a ride along the lake in a BMW convertible. The driver played music just so loud that we weren’t even ashamed anymore… And then we went to a “street food circus”, which literally looked like it could have been transported right from the Burning Man…”

“And then we came home with loves and lovers, drank two bottles of cheap and not so cheap wines… We watched projections of molecules in raindrops on our living room wall… And played with laser lights…

And then we had American pancakes for breakfast.”