Berlin is a friendly town

After a few days of squeezing myself onto the subway, I had finally retrieved my bike from repair. It feels like complete freedom to glide along the way to work rather than sharing a greasy handlebar on public transport. And as I approach the city center, a guy on a race bike begins overtaking me, we silently pedal along next to one another for 30 seconds. All the sudden he turns to me to wish me a good morning. I wish him a good day, he smiles, bikes away and I am back making my way through traffic. It is Friday, the sun is shining and in a matter of a few hours the weekend will roll around.