I’ve mentioned the phenomenon before, but I’ll explain in a word for anyone who hasn’t been around for that long: bundles of blankets. At least once every three months I would find one in the trash across the street from Haus Mainusch. My theory has always been that international students who are moving out were the ones throwing them away. Why else would you wrap all your bedding in a fitted sheet and toss in in the trash? If the bedding had been defiled in some way I might understand. But we’re talking sheets smelling of detergent. And the universe continues in its absurdity.
Either way, the phenomenon has resulted in an excess of bedding in my life. These are the latest finds, hung out to dry after a thorough washing. Coincidentally, many of them were exactly the same color that I have just painted my Wagen. I’m going to miss that trash corral, now that we’re in Frankfurt.