The wind is whooshing through my hair, past my ears. I feel the sun on my face as I squint to write. The sea birds call out to each other, playing in the sky. Genau, ja and some incomprehensible words float about. Bicycle wheels screech over cobbled paths. I see a swan landing for the first time, making sharp thudding noises as its feet waddle through the waters. The church bell chimes from across the river. Babies on strollers, dogs of different breed, kids trying to fish, people everywhere. Laughter, chatter, squeals and smiles. I hear the distant vroom of a motorbike. Guttural Arabic suddenly punctuates the air as a group of women pass by. Air planes streak the skies with their smoke, ducks elegantly glide past. Patches of green, and white and purple flowers blooming, signalling the arrival of spring. I look to my left and find a bridge with colourful locks all over it. A lady stands there wistfully looking at them. My mind imagines a story about unrequited love. Soon aft...