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Big Mommy and Big Daddy’s home in West Virgina.
Before finally leaving the weastern hemisphere for an undefined amount of time, headed for South-East Asia, we visited my awesome grandparents-in-law in their lovely home in West Virginia.
My grandmother-in-law, whom we call Big Mommy, introduced me to their newly acquired pets: 3 little fish in a small outdoor pond. Then I learned their names – she proudly introduced the three of them as: Useless, Needless and Pointless.
What is more they had had a new arrival the day before – and I had the honour to baptize the little blue fish that you can see in the middle of the pond.
Only one name came to mind. Superfluous.
Don’t you agree?
Useless, Needless and Pointless. And Superfluous.
The most difficult subject can be explained to the most slow-witted man if he has not formed any idea of them already; but the simplest thing cannot be made clear to the most intelligent man if he is firmly persuaded that he knows without a shadow of a doubt, what is laid before him.
— Leo Tolstoy, 1897, as quoted on the opening page of The Big Short by Michael Lewis, the book I was reading on the flight to Kuala Lumpur. Really good.
“Antique Garage” : Funky little restaurant in Soho. On the upper left side you can see the mechanism of the actual garage door that closes the restaurant.
Start: New York City
I kicked off the trip with three days in New York where I just floated randomly through the city.
I was feeling mixed: excited about the year of travel that we had ahead of us, exhausted from the gargantuan project of moving out of our apartment in Munich, and unable to imagine that in a few days I would be on a flight to Seoul, en route to Kuala Lumpur!
New York is packed with interesting little brunch/lunch/dinner places, such as the Antique Garage in SOHO (see picture above).
At dinner one night at my hotel, I had a funny multicultural encounter. Seated at a large communal table between a German family, a couple of Italian guys, and a French couple, I could not help but to overhear their conversations. The German family spent dinner complaining about everything they had come across in New York: weather, prices, traffic, etc. The Italian guys were discussing the latest fashion, and the French couple were of course comparing New York food with the food in their beloved homeland, and – obviously – found it thoroughly lacking.
So, stereotypes come from somewhere, don’t they?