Neither Food blogging, nor Expert blogging appeared to ring the Huffington Post Germany’s bell. Did I get a call? No. An email? No. I must try harder, obviously. So today, I’m going to have a go at photo blogging and I thought I’d document the drama and passion of walking to work. I should point out that it is currently drizzling in Munich and the light isn’t great – which kind of ruins everything. Everything. Anyway.
This is what I see when I leave our flat. Normally I see my wife, but she was of doing something with the car (fixing it probably) so I was on my own this morning. I’m afraid of heights.
Then I stand in front of the doors to the lift. I normally look at my wife, but she’s not here this morning.
Then I get in the lift. It has buttons and glass and lights and everything.
Outside, on the street, on the corner, there is a cafe. They have put up their Christmas decorations. I hate Christmas.
This is tracht. I can see it. I took a photograph of it. #nofilter.
A little later I walk past a wall. The wall of a school. It has been painted by children. I hate this painted wall. Paint it white for heaven’s sake and let the vandals spray on it.
Then I get to the corner of this street. I always have to wait at the lights here. It’s always red. Everybody in Munich hates this corner. It is a bastard corner.
And then I get to work. I work at We Are Social. This is the back of my boss. My boss is called Bastian. We’ve put a sticker on the back of his chair so that he can remember that he is the boss and his name is Bastian.
I am now drinking a coffee.