Zurich, 2014
It has been some time..
Our laundry machine is broken. So we have to go downstairs to the dark basement in our apartment. This story sounds great already doesn't it? I put my laundry in earlier and came back after an hour to pick it up. It is around 21:30. You think everyone is back in their apartments cozy and watching a show before heading to sleep. But no. I bring the silly Advent wreath down with me to put away in our cellar. I had been meaning to for days and had just left it by the door. Expecting it to roll down the stairs and lock itself. So I prance on down to the dark stairs. And hear someone walking downstairs in the dark. No fear M, you walk in the woods in the dark on your own all the time. You got this. At the same time I bet some plastic wreath pine needles have fallen off from my grasp.
So there is some man, bald prancing around and talking to me in Swiss German. Until I tell him I can only speak English. Ok, so he is M, and he has his music studio in the very back of the basement. Ok everything is better now. So he asks if I am doing laundry. Yes, and putting away this wreath. Our conversation is clearly going so smoothly, best Wednesday night ever. Then we talk about guitars and drums. And he says I can see the studio if I want. I say, no I need to put this wreath away and don't want to bother. And he answers, no, he is just practicing on his own. So I decide to take my Advent wreath with me and see the room. Because I have passed it so many times and never got to see it. Brilliant M.
So I walk in and he suddenly sits down at the piano and starts to sing into his microphone and play piano. Ok. Ok this is cool. I just thought I was supposed to see inside. But here we go. A solo concert. Don't forget I am still holding this stupid wreath with me standing in the middle of the room. He finishes that and then brings out his green guitar and starts playing and lets not forget singing George Michael's "Faith". I don't know if he is singing in a certain style or if he just doesn't know the words. But it was good, I'll give him that. There was an electric guitar, but we aren't quite there yet at our friendship level.
So in the end I was sitting on the couch. All I came down for was my laundry and to put this wreath away. I said "good job, that was nice". After some other important talk about washing machines he gave me 7 or so flyers for the 3 bulletin boards I have at work. I walked away and opened the first cellar door. Forgot the other key for our cellar. Threw the wreath by the door, took my laundry and resumed my journey back to my apartment 3 floors up.
Thank goodness I decided to wear pants at least, I thought I could run down really fast and back up without bumping into anyone which I usually do.
In conclusion, this is why I try not to leave my house.. or my apartment too much. Good night.
