Thanks to the harvest: tons of apples and the thing with the key

T his story begins with Grandma not wanting to drive the big car backwards. This is quite understandable as the mill is huge and old. A look through the rearview mirror reveals a tailgate that looks as if it ends just before the Alps. So really far, far away.

But here we are near Pastor-Niemöller-Platz in Pankow, where, like everywhere else this year, there is a huge apple harvest. Grandma and Grandpa ask themselves: What to do with hundreds of kilos of fruit? Nobody can cook that much applesauce, let alone eat it, because you wouldn't be able to get down from the toilet.

So the obvious idea is: juice. And so the red-green, heavy kilos of apples end up in the trunks of two cars. And grandma would have to drive backwards, but she doesn't want to. Partout. So Grandpa maneuvers the car out of the yard, Grandma takes over and they both walk a few kilometers to a parking lot where a moving juicer offers its services.

Its machine shakes and squeezes, so that in the end there are dozens of tetra packs of sweet apple cider back in the trunk. Is everything good now? Almost. Because grandma would have to drive backwards here too, which, as we know, isn't possible.

So Grandpa maneuvers again, then gets out, Grandma gets in, she's already driving off and Grandpa pays the juice man, then gets into the second car and notices: The key is with Grandma, so it's now back at home, where Grandma drove forward into the yard. You make a phone call because Grandpa wants his key, but Grandma doesn't want to back out of the yard.

So Grandpa trots off until he finally meets Grandma on a bicycle at Ossietzkyplatz (which isn't called that anymore, as Grandpa points out). The key goes to Grandpa and he got a lot of exercise that day. In any case, the juice is golden and very tasty.