The street I lived for one year in Flensburg. Sometimes the weather was gently warm with a little breeze of fresh air from the sea. Seagulls were screaming and through an opened window your heard somebody rehearsing on the piano. The people were talking and the doves were picking around the richly filled garbage cans. Everything seems peaceful. Until somebody burped like a cow, barfed out of the window and covered the yellow lotto-sign with puke. For aesthetic reasons I didn’t load up the picture after that has happend. But still I loved this place, anyhow everybody could coexist in peace.