by minima whatever
I agreed to meet friends of a friend who want to buy property in Berlin, about whether I know someone who might be able to help them do so. They are being priced out of London, so now they are going to price others out of Berlin. Yesterday I felt neutral about it. Today I am keenly aware that the others they are pricing out of Berlin are me and my friends. That there is not much of a place for the me’s from Berlin or London to go to anymore. Despair hit me. A sudden feeling of guilt, of being complicit in a crime. I know, ‘hate the game not the players,’ and I also know that I cannot actually keep any of those things from happening. And helping these people might have made a bit of money for me or one of my friends. But I also could not go to that meeting.