You have mercy, the men from the SWB. Free him from imprisonment underground. Give it back air and light. And the freedom to be stubborn. Because that’s who he is, always has been – a notoriously rebellious person who doesn’t care about the rules and plays his own game. This made him quite famous: the bollard on Langenstrasse.
Haven’t heard from him in a long time. It was quiet, unobtrusive. But it was clear to everyone who knew the bollard that it would start again at some point and that the seemingly never-ending story of the electronically controlled traffic block in the middle of Bremen would continue. Because, please, what hasn’t already happened?
The bollard as it stood with the Chancellor for a long time when Angela Merkel was on her way to the election campaign appearance in the market square. LKA officers with bright red faces who were unable to beam down the gray pole full of technology for some time.
The bollard as a pacemaker when it suddenly peeled upwards and gave the cyclist who was passing over it a good push. Such impudence was what he allowed himself to do, and they are just examples.
He’s back
But now, perhaps because of the large construction site in the immediate vicinity and the many trucks that drive there, they had banished it under the pavement. Like a prison cell, there was no escape. In this case it was not a door that was slammed and locked, but a steel plate, screwed tightly in place, never expected to be removed.
A dungeon for the bollard, the poor guy. A pain, and if you walked past the closed shaft you could hear how great the pain was. There was a rumbling beneath the plate, a banging and throbbing. The cover vibrated, rose slightly. Sign from the dungeon: I’m still here, help me!
I couldn’t stand what happened to the bollard. But then they come, the technicians from SWB. Finally. And now he’s standing again. Head held high proudly. His resistance was worth it – the bollard posse can continue.
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