Auf Kosten der Gesundheit Teil Sechs

Found the dead body of a fluorescent strawberry milkshake (or that, at least, is what it looked like, kind of difficult to determine with certainty due to the violent disintegration of its glass container) at around 11 pm on my way out of Uhlandstraße U-Bahn station, which, I'm beginning to think, could be some sort of portal to a third dimension, Mars or maybe even Hogwarts. The Schlagermove, the second most disgustingly rainbow-ish German festival just surpassed by Skittles and Sauerkraut in an ashtray on a Gay Pride parade, was over, and I'm almost 80% sure it was July, but it must have been the coldest July since that May in Atlanta when André 'Ice Cold' 3000 was born. Due to various reasons, usually an absurd tendency to see magnificence and abnormality in the dullest and smelliest of things, the intense, swampy, sticky pink tone of this formerly known as dairy based beverage seemed a lot more appetising (if not, at least, potable) when spilled over that filthy Hamburger floor than, I imagine, it ever looked on the refrigerator shelf of the supermarket place where it originally belonged to. I can't imagine, regardless of race, age or sexual orientation, why would anybody in this world throw away such a beautifully coloured liquid, except for the case that this person was German, in which situation I would totally understand, since Germans are all raised to prioritise basically anything over premeditated beauty. But its dramatic, anti-hygienic death looked like the most spontaneous, unapologetically tacky thing I saw that day. One can never be thankful enough for the fake blood and the big city.

All pictures taken on 16th July 2016 in the surroundings of Uhlandstraße U-Bahn station in Hamburg, Germany.