Lots of unexpected revelations can occur when walking out your new front door for the first time. You could find out that you live right in front of a fire station—yes, that point where all noisy fire trucks from the entire district amass—or that you can buy functioning machine guns next door, or you find that for some reason the entire side walk is covered with noodle soup seasoning packets. "Well", you think, "every place its trial", and head on. You step into the U-Bahn, to be followed by a newly-wed couple in wedding suit and dress, and get off at your destination. When walking on, you notice that the road has been blocked with a fence stretching over the whole street. In a building on the other side of the fence, some chap dressed like a Nazi officer is throwing his furniture out from the balcony on to the sidewalk. When the last chair is out, two other officers join him to check if he did the job right. They stand there for a while, enjoying the sun. One lights a cigarette and the smoke is drifting away on a slight breeze. A little man in a yellow dungaree suddenly stands by your right side, whispers to you that everything is ok, and walks away. While being left there, mesmerised, you remember that you actually just went out to buy some milk.
