We were all absorved and taken over by our heaps of ‘organization tasks’, in order to give birth to the space. We had the will and the way to make things happen. The only problem was that when pure ‘giving yourself’ takes place, we tend to forget about one very important thing and without it we wouldn’t be able to make things happen. Food.
In the middle of all the striving and urge to work, came the summer. It arrived in Berlin along with one very special girl. This girl, who had encountered with us times before the space existed, came with open hands, willing to help us grow with whatever we needed. Suddenly, with keen observation, she was natuarly driven towards the kitchen (since it had been so unoccupied).
The very important moments of break-times were striked upon us through the smell of irresistable flavours. With her ‘Cleopatrian’ eyes, Cleo would say ‘food is ready’ and gatherings in the garden would begin. Plates came out, one got the forks and knives, the other brought out the salad. He got the olive oil and salt, she brought out more chairs. Some would organize the table so everything would fit, others would start sitting, preparing themselves for the grand moment.
And then came Cleo, with the main course.