In all its excesses, my clan had the actually very narrow-minded idea of ​​wanting to own a house and a garden. At that time, the “Spiegel” was not the water pistol of the Merkel decrees, but a printed statement that didn't have to be embarrassing: No wonder, since it was left-wing liberal and not permeated by people who hate property and expropriations and brutal measures talk. So at that time you could hold the “mirror” and be of the opinion that you had a right to your own four uninsulated walls with lots of green around them. And so it came about that my parents not only bought a house built in 1929, but also had an appraisal of the price paid made in advance. This house was later abandoned in favor of the place in the posh Maritime Quarter, well-known from this blog, and rented to others. We have just given it again secretly and through word of mouth to friends of friends, as is customary in archaic societies, but I also looked at the old construction plans.