One or the other doesn’t always come to eat. Usually it is one, but this evening on Kastanienallee Dad is on duty. He has to jump up every five minutes to keep the offspring from running in front of the tram or kicking the waiter in the legs, annoying potted plants or rearranging golden elephants.
The offspring are: A very blond girl named Arielle and her brother. Is his name Nemo? Unlikely. In any case, Ariel has nothing of a mythical creature with a fish tail. Her face is delightfully crooked and her hairdo is so asymmetrical that it looks like craft scissors. The bare triangle on her forehead continues in the pattern of her father’s tank top. The contrast to her name is delicious and I secretly hope she continues her revolt. Teenagers with the name Arielle shouldn’t have it easy. Unless they convey punk enough.
A family of three is seated at the next table
And Nemo, I just call him that anyway, could learn something about female self-empowerment in a moment. Keep learning, because today it looks like this: Arielle swims in front and Nemo paddles behind. At the very end, dad follows. He’s already sweating a little, but he’s still laughing. He will enjoy his chicken curry at home.
A family of three is seated at the next table. Child and father have orange hair. The little girl, I don’t get her name, wants all the menus and points out dishes at random. It calls for a sandwich. No ordinary order in an Indian restaurant, but with the vehemence with which he pushes himself out of his child’s chair, his head as red as his forelock, he will get his way.
The father drinks white wine, the end is open
I think of my own child and how many years ago the Italian asked for an “Oderbo”. While we were still wondering what that could be, the waiter brought bread with butter. After all, he also has a boy of his age, which is the reason for his language skills. We write down the word in the internal lexicon. There are already “Choko” for chocolate, “Yoto” for yoghurt and “Jai” for water. Yoto and Jai would go well here, with the Buddha figures and the lassi glasses.
To distract her daughter until dinner, the mother takes her to the elephants at the entrance. They’re a little crooked. Ariel was finally there. In this small family, it’s the mother’s turn first. The father drinks white wine. Open end.
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