Hauptstr., Dresden Neustadt
(4 September 2002)
The fountain in Albertplatz is no longer populated by naked children; it is too cold. The couples who sit together on the benches are older, in their late twenties, thirties, forties, fifties, and so forth. The benches themselves look tired, their once glossy paint worn dull by the rain, the flood, the countless sandbags.
The cafes at either end of the street are sparsely populated, and the aproned man grilling wurst for the restaurant looks bored, lonely and cold, wisps of smoke wreathing lazily about his head.