Achim, Germany – Once in a while, when going by bike and taking a shortcut, I get lost in a residential area – one of those places which have been developed during the past five to thirty years. Normally, I find it easy to get back to the real road, but not from such places. By now, when noticing I’ve got myself into such an area, I turn around and get back to the place where I deviated from my familiar route.
It’s striking how disconnected many residential areas are. They are in the middle of nowhere, apart from the roads which link the villages and cities. Their small streets are named Fir Street or Cedar Street, people keep their lawns short, there is a carport next to most houses (as if the owners had run out of money before building a decent garage), and it is hard to imagine how they leave such environments for work (i.e. real life) every morning, and return to it every night. The places are very green, and very boring. The housewives must be desperate. If Chinabounder considered sex with big, bored German women, maybe he should try here.
Life is elsewhere. A place in the wilderness would be better. Before moving to a newly-developed residential area, I’d prefer a place in the center of a city – or a village – any time. Even next to a road with heavy traffic.
