Maybe it was only me, but the last couple of days felt kind of rough and full of conflicts all over the place. Being the endless discussions around my disability parking spot (gosh, you won't believe what people have to say when, more or less friendly, being told off, because they've ignored the sign and have left their car, where they shouldn't), be it old family issues, which we obviously all face once in a while, or on a much bigger level, the complete atmosphere around this grumpy, old town called Berlin. Almost everybody seemed to be more rude and highly offensive. Yesterday for example, I was called a "Parking Spot Nazi". Do people even get, what terrible, silly stuff is jumping out of their mouths sometimes? I don't know, actually. Coming last night, after several encounters like this, I felt so sad and frustrated, that I've closed all the blinds of the Fishbowl quite early and fled to back of the flat, hiding in bed and watching movies. There were even tears, spiced with anger and a good dose of hurt. Yes I know, one should not let the issues of others get this close and even more, should respond in a more reflected way, than this probably has been. But come on, seriously, sometimes a good screaming and crying is necessary. I can't let people run over me like this, being all smiles, and pretending it won't get to me. Sorry, but some things are painful and some situations end up in decent crying, and I do believe it wouldn't be healthy to pretend strength, when feeling weak and rather broken. As long as there comes another day, like this sunday, when the grey backs off, with the first smile you see in the morning and with a caring neighbor, who simply tells you, that she understands where you are coming from.