Berlin, forty two, dominant, and the family business owns autumn
Posted as the_family_business
- Looking for
- someone who understands a life with one impossible season in it
- Experience
- Sixteen years, two long dynamics, one of them still nearby.
- Around
- the far end of Neukölln, Berlin
From the middle of September until the end of October I effectively do not exist. That is our season, it is the family business, and it is not a thing I can move. Everybody who has been with me has had to make peace with it, and one of them could not.
Forty two, dominant, sixteen years. I live above the business at the far edge of the city, where the work is physical, the winters are quiet, and the summers are full of people who came for a year and leave.
What I want is a long arrangement with somebody who has their own life and their own work, because I need a person who will not be waiting by a phone for six weeks in the autumn. Outside that season I am extremely present, and the winter here is long and slow in a way that is good for building something.
I lead through structure and physical discipline in roughly equal measure. Rope, impact, protocol that is practical rather than ornamental. I am not theatrical and I have never used a title I did not earn from the person using it.
The complication is not distance, because this city is an hour end to end and everybody knows it. It is that my mother, my brother and two cousins are in and out of the yard all day, and I am not going to pretend somebody could slot into that easily. I would rather meet somewhere neutral. I would rather take a year over it. And I would rather be told plainly that it does not work than have it discovered slowly across four months, which has now happened twice.