Win it or lose it all
I’m gonna tell you a short story. A story of two people who have lost everything.
Again I was strolling through Hamburg the whole afternoon long, taking new paths, looking for what I still didn’t know or haven’t seen. As I finally arrived in Landungsbrücken, by the Elbe, I met two homeless people that turned out to be really kind, sitting on a bench. As we started talking they told me a little bit about their lifes. The woman was very talkative in comparison to the man who has said anything about his person. “Look at Hamburg. It’s not as great as everybody’s saying. Can you see all the people living in the street? This is Hamburg!” he said. The woman immediately defended our city, telling him that he can’t just judge it on that fact. I felt sorry but the woman made claim to be the only one who’s at fault for her life. “We are people who have lost everything. But this all happened only because we couldn’t cope with the authorities.” After some more minutes spent with them I had to state that they are very intelligent people with who you could talk about everything. While joking a little bit the woman looked at the man, who was lost in thoughts, and said to him that he doesn’t have to worry. “You’re rich” and pointed with her finger at his leather jacket. “Even the zip alone looks so good!” The man looked down at it, didn’t say anything and sqeezed a small bottle of liqueur in his palm. You can’t even imagine how sad this moment was. She lit the next cigarette, took a short glance at it and said: “this is the last thing in my life I have the pleasure with. Ok, for that money I could also buy some nice food. Order a pizza with ham or scampis for 6-8 Euro. It’s not that expensive. And it’s warm.” ‘Warm’ I thought. It really didn’t matter to her how good it tastes. The important thing was, that it was warm. “But you know, it’s an addiction. You can’t stop with it that easily. Do you want one?” and I refused thanking. She wanted to share with me something, what she doesn’t have the money for. Incredible.
The woman, I unfortunately don’t know the name, told me about her love. Her love to Hamburg, where she has grown up, and to the Queen Mary 2. She has always been in her heart. She can feel it when Queen Mary comes from Cuxhaven to Hamburg back, goes then to a viewpoint from where she can see the ship coming and waits impatiently for it every time.