Sunday morning – bulky waste day | nd-aktuell.de

The noise of all church bells of Wedding fulfills the air. But it is not a service that is called, but the Kieztag of the BSR, which has become something of a holiday here. Citizens flock out of the houses, children run forward and swivel bags with old cables or broken lamps. Parents carry through the mattresses, 100-inch TVs that are sorted out because the television program is bad, and furniture in colors that are no longer trendy.

In the past you have fired all of this on the sidewalk, but now people are conditioned to cross a cross and enter a street that they did not know before. The goal is the three orange cars of the BSR, where employees help to throw the furniture into the hungry mouths of pressing. What is too good for the destruction can be placed on a table to take away. But in order to achieve the delivery point, you have to go past the figures in trench coats that stand on the corner, and so ask things like: »Do you have Rokoko or Biedermeier? Relics at least from a saint or even Jesus? ”

As far as historical furniture is concerned, these figures have been wrong in the district. They will definitely find it in Zehlendorf. The Weddingers refer to a Swedish furniture store, which the corner buyers comment on with a derogatory gesture. There is a steady back and forth at the table. People put things like keyboards, books or monitors and others take them with them, either for their own use or to sell them on the Internet.

Among other things, Julia wants to get rid of a large sheet metal box that has been trimmed for 50s, such as slogans long -term airlines and with rust stains without real rust. One of the corner buyers appeals to me and asks if he could have the box. Funny, it is neither Rococo nor Biedermeier. I put him off later, he moves again and Julia comes back from the disposal of several lamps, grabs the box and wears it to the garbage trolley for mattresses, ironing boards and boxes that are made on old. Stupid, I think I didn’t know that. Soon afterwards the corner of the corner comes again and asks for the box again. What should I tell him now? I claim that it is not intended for disposal, but is used for transport. He wants to know whether we need you later. Yes, it comes back to the apartment, I answer because too well for the trash.

I observe how he goes on to the table and takes a monitor, an ironing board and a wall mirror.

We start home, leave the antique hunters behind. The furniture has started the path of all the useless belongings and there is room again in the apartment. Place that wants to be filled with new things.