I first saw it in London about four days ago. In total...about thirty flakes of snow over about 8 minutes, resulting in the near collapse of all public transportation, traffic gridlock and monstrous delays at the airport.
Abe and I made it back to Berlin. Really late.
It has snowed in this city for the last three days straight. Now, Berlin is known for it's wicked winter temperatures...and identifiable by the sensation of flash-frozen boogers lacerating your nostrils until blood is drawn...but not for snow, per se. That's more of an Eastern Poland through to Siberia type of phenomenon. For this reason, Berliners seem more than a bit bewildered by this blizzard.
I saw a man staring at his feet (buried only up to his mid-shins as he was) for about 15 minutes at a tram stop last night. Open mouth. Gormless expression. Well, it is Berlin and he could have been high.
The city's public works seem particularly befuddled. Sand? Salt? Shovels? You should see my knees after yesterday.
Still, ask any Brit, American, even Dutch person you see around, and they're all over the moon with joy, appreciative of this white patina covering Berlin's ugly post Xmasness.
Today, I saw a young PoMo mother explain yellow snow to her toddler son for the first time.
Retroactively, it must be said.
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