About water – swimming on the city of Berlin

Go. Go out. To go swimming. I want to go swimming, go out with the purpose of swimming. We have our next reading circle on the first Thursday in April, which is why the last Monday in March is a good day to finish the first -time barbi Marković, who refers to “Go” by Thomas Bernhard and go out »Go out” might.

While I take the train that takes me from Berlin Central Station to the Wannsee train station in a few minutes, I think of A., who cannot swim because it is Monday and not Tuesday when she would have had a day off, but will come to the reading circle on Thursday – if not strike again. At strike I do not go to the reading circle because the S-Bahn stop is too far away at night to go there and later walk home from there again from there.

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Anne Hahn is the author of novels and non -fiction and swims through the waters of the world for »ND«.

I am waiting for the bus to Kleinmachnow, where I have an appointment and read about standing at the night bus stop at Belgrader Slavia-Platz and thinking, in the center of the Serbian capital, buses run with single-digit numbers and the three-digit numbers, while in Berlin all bus numbers are three digits. The 620 drives from Wannsee to Teltow, I get in, we turn back to the city highway at the former Rasthof “Drei Linden” and at the Drewitz-Dreilinden border crossing, where today a paper mache quadriga rides and its golden horses. several companies reside. We cross the highway and dive into a lot Nature with small houses.

Let’s go swimming again soon, writes A., who forgot that I will see a swimming pool on Mondays after my appointment, where she would have liked to accompany me if it had been a Tuesday. I take another bus that drives the east through the high pine, the forester-Funke-Allee, over the Teltow channel to Ahlener Platz, where bus and tracks meet and painted benches such as sunken S-Bahn wagons are in the ground.

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The S-Bahn is from Teltow to Berlin, “We are lost in this city, and it has no purpose to stay in this city for a longer time,” I read at Barbi Marković, who has long since managed to leave Belgrade, and we are back from Brandenburg, through the border from fields and allotments from north and south old wall strips rich, then follow the castles of the city factories. In the oldest village of Berlin If I get out and go to the bathroom, where A. was often as a child, she texted while I stumbled under thick clouds over holes in the parking lot.

The Stadtbad Lankwitz has lockable changing rooms that have shoe holders. There are six 25-meter tracks in the square hall, one 60-meter slide and two whirlpools. I swim and rest thoroughly. As I take off my shoes and a boy next to me, I read how A. loved the bathroom: “Slide with dad, swim in the big pool, romp in the children’s pool and relax with mom in the additional pool.” It rains outside.