I was a Zaungast in Copenhagen last weekend. Mostly drawn to flea markets somehow. I guess it's because you get to know something about the people when exposing themselves and their belongings on the street. And maybe also because your girlfriend finds interesting clothes there Zaungast by the way means as much as standing by the fence and watching. I hope I didn't have too much of a German stare. Does my writing sound like someone got naked on the street? That would be a misunderstanding then.
Anyway, it looks I've found a nice apartment on the northern tip of Germany now. Built in 1906 and pretty charming. So maybe at the next flea market I get involved and find something for that place. And if you wonder why I’m writing all this, I don’t know. Perhaps I don’t want to leave my Gast all alone in the quiet dark looking at a bike leaning against a Zaun.