Berlin is the city of the invisible homeless. Thousands of people are living on the street and are probably more than happy that they survived once again the harsh winter. Just yesterday night I went around with somebody coming from a small village in South Germany and we spoke about how people in Berlin trained themselves to become less empathic every day about the tragedy of other people. Perhaps this is just the normal way to deal with it. But still I wish I will always feel something when seeing somebody suffering. Like when I had this encounter a year ago.
