Neck Woes and Berlin's Start-Up Family Adventures

Oh humans, my neck felt like it was auditioning for the role of a rusty robot. Gym? Nope, not happening. The mere thought of getting up from my comfy couch spot brings tears to my eyes. And no, it's not just about watching videos – I've got my strategic setup with a pillow and blanket fortress going on here. Magic tiger balm? Yeah, that's my new best friend, despite the mysterious stains it leaves. Any tips on getting those out? Maybe I should've Googled it first, but let's focus. Every attempt to rise from my cushioned throne involves a dramatic lean back and some hand-assisted acrobatics. My neck's pleading for mercy, and my every step feels like a car on a potholed street. So, today's workout is just some cautious stretching – no sports heroics, thank you very much. For a moment I thought its because im old. I had now my third round birthday. But to be honest to myself I had that pain even before I was licenced grown-up sometimes.

Start-Up Families: Berlin's Hipster Clan

Now, let's talk grown-ups, or more specifically, the stereotypical start-up family in Berlin. You know, those folks who redefine the term "cool." Picture this: a swanky coworking space boasting a sprawling terrace, potted plants reaching for the sky, and a DJ spinning tunes on the side. On weekdays, it's the place to get your hipster work vibe on. But on Sundays – oh, let me tell you. About that DJ – shorts, a white shirt,  and a classy Berlinish silver earring. you know what im taking about. Grooving to the general accepted beats like it's his sole exercise regimen. Soon, a young woman joins in. Is it a gig or a date? Beats me. And there, my friend, is the start-up family, or better yet, SUF.

When Swabia Meets Berlin: A Weekend Adventure

Hold on, it gets even juicier. These SUF members? They're not even from Berlin; they're from the swabian industry paradise, wherever that is. They came to the big city for a long weekend, thanks to Dad's “business meeting”. And guess how they rolled into town? In a rental Porsche, of course. Their friend's company had some deal, and voila – they were Porsche-bound for the weekend. The friend tagged along –all just for the environment –  eco-consciously – better to drive than fly, right? Trains? Oh, those are the eco-travel warriors' choice, no doubt.

The Porsche Connection: From Design to History

Now, speaking of Porsches, I used to admire their vintage designs. But now? All I can think of is Ferdinand Porsche, the Austro-Bohemian auto engineer – or so Wikipedia tells me. Austro-Bohemian? Your guess qhart it means. But hey, he was tied up with the Nazi Party from the get-go. That's a fun fact, huh?

The Berlin Rendezvous: Co-working, Rooftops, and Awkward Dancing

So, what did our swabian adventurers do in Berlin? Well, they parked at one of those hostel-like hipster hotels. And after that so-called business meeting, they rendezvoused at the hybrid co-working space slash cafe slash restaurant slash DJ school. From there, it's a trek to their Porsche – a struggle, really, since parking's a pain with a monster-sized car. But they manage it and zoom off, just like you would with a Porsche SUV. After all, you have to make us of it when there is “only” a Mercedes and a Tesla at home?

They finally make it to Klunkerkranich, or more accurately, under it – the highest parking deck. The smell? A mix of pee and stale beer. "That's the aroma of Berlin," the dad declares, like a seasoned connoisseur. They pay the rooftop entrance and grab drinks all around. Aperol spritz for the wife or a rose, draft beer for him, and health-conscious bionade for the kiddos – no soda, thanks, it's unhealthy, you know. And then it happens – the dad's unleashed onto the dance floor, moving to beats like nobody's business. Truth is, he's not half bad, but I'm guessing most kids would still find their parents' dancing hilariously awkward. A dance for the family's next Instagram story, no doubt.

Meanwhile, I'm still on the couch, nursing my cold coffee and nursing a neck that's stiff and sore and burning from the magic tiger balm.