I'm sitting on the Ubahn taking Conor to the airport and a woman gets in holding something wrapped. She sits opposite me and puts the package on the seat next to her. The wrapping says 'Eis Bessler' (Ice Cream, Bessler.) I am immediately intrigued. Why has she brought ice cream with her on the ubahn? It's kinda normal in Germany to wrap ice cream up like that so peoople can take it home. But on the ubahn?
Won't it melt? It's fairly hot in here. How long is she traveling for? Logistics aside, her life starts to intrigue me. Who is the ice cream for? Why has she made such an effort to take it home? Is it really, really delicious? Is the ice cream just for her? Is it so good she occasionally indulges so much she orders two portions? Or is it for her and her boyfriend? Will they enjoy it while watching a film? Or perhaps it's for her children. She's only got two portions. What a selfless, caring mother. I see her carefully touch the ice cream to see if it has melted.
With a phone call all my questions are answered. Her boyfriend, I assume that's who's on the other end, calls and she asks him to pick him up from the ubahn. Not just yet though honey, she says, I've got 10 more stops. Ten more! Surely the ice cream would have melted by then?
She tells him she wants to be picked up because it's raining out, and besides, the ice cream will melt.
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