...if you were a tourist strolling down the Ku'Damm on a warm spring afternoon. "How nice of them," you'd think, "everyday in Europe must be like this." It would make you feel down right festive to see three musicians playing a tune in the middle of a sunny day.
...if you were just waking up from a full night of blissful sleep. "How refreshing," you'd remark, "this beats getting up to an alarm." It would put the day off to a good start.
...if you were sitting outside on your sunny Berlin terrace reading a book and sipping a cup of coffee. "How charming," you'd sigh, "this is the reason why I love living in the city. This is the reason why spring is so wonderful in this place."
But, if you had just spent the last 20 minutes rocking, shhing, and bribing your wee spawn into a two-blink slumber only to hear that DAMN trio of merry men making a ruckus at TEN O'CLOCK in the freakin' morning, you would spit, curse, and regret the day you ever chose to live in this first floor walk-up. Where on earth do they find these people? And why must they always find you before you've had your coffee??
If that were you, and I'm sure you're glad it wasn't, you would not find this charming. Not. One. Bit.
