I woke to a dash of snow and the palest winter light. Munich had already accommodated to budding trees, cherry blossom, and queues in front of ice cream parlours.
The crowds in the subway are the same as always, but people rush again to work. They disappear from the streets, and back is this strange emptiness so characteristic for northern Europe. I grew up with it, I am familiar with it, but it still puzzles me. How can a city with millions of people feel so void?