Why we stopped?

It was a bit of an adventure to get to Oberlin last night for their version of Back to School Night. I was standing at Bertoldsbrunnen, waiting for the 1 tram, and I heard a crowd roar. It got louder and louder, and then I saw people marching in the street.

It was the kind of scene that I would have loved to stumble upon with little Vinnie before the twins were born.

“What do you think that noise is?”
“Why are some of those people wearing funny outfits?”
“What’s the Care Revolution?”
“Why do they want to stop the trams?”
“Is this going to make me miss the meeting?”

Sometimes it’s nice to have a little pal to vocalize the questions everyone has inside.  It makes you feel a little less powerless in a situation. Every once in awhile, they give cute responses.

Instead, I was alone, trying to figure out what to do. No matter what they tell you in middle school, sometimes it’s best to follow the crowd. There was a man wearing a rucksack that looked particularly sure of himself--something in his gait. I followed him to Stadttheater and got on another 1 tram. It took awhile, but it eventually got going.

We all miss the ten minute walk to school we had in Princeton, but nothing like this would ever happen on Southern Way.

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