Why we should not forget to love the Power of Coincidence
photo: Rowena Waack / CC
A random Saturday at a random party in Berlin. I am dancing around with a friend having fun as I get approached by a girl. She smiles and asks me: Is she your girlfriend? pointing to my friend, I say no. Then she ask: Do you have a girlfriend? – Me: No. – She: A boyfriend? Me: No. – She: Would you prefer a girlfriend or a boyfriend? Me: Maybe a boyfriend. She smiles at me bowing her head and goes away. Still a little perplex about her inquisitional approach to partyt smalltalk I say: Wait a moment, what’s your name? (With the weak hope, this conversation could maybe get a little bit more human if I would know that she has at least a name, and is not a robot or computer) She answer, smiles again and says: You are not from Berlin right? With that, she walked away from me, probably to somebody more fitting to her agenda. I feel scanned and i start thinking: Maybe I was not born but I lived in Berlin for nearly 10 years and I refuse to think that this is how human interaction between strangers should be in this city. Some ideas what we should do against it, after the jump.