First and foremost I would like to hereby apologize for the crappy title ”Sportugal”, but nothing better crosses my sunstroke mind yet. Please just do not pay attention to it.
Portugal, Praia da Luz, 32 ° Celsius. Just in the heat of noon yesterday I slipped in a variety of courts, to throw myself dressed in the latest sportswear into a battle with different balls. Logically, I wear the colors of the reigning German football champions Borussia Dortmund: black and neon yellow.
My outfit consists of a black New Era cap, a pair of maximally sporty sunglasses with gradient skull-shaped custom glass, a neon yellow goggle strap (très sportif), a neon yellow vest from American Apparel, black Pêşmerge pants from Turkey, neon yellow sport socks from American Apparel and black-yellow-performance shoes from Nike. In addition, I carry a red sunburn on my nose and shoulders, trendy amongst the British hooligan scene.
What happened at the end of my ultra-busy sports day, I had mentioned yesterday.
Alright, it is enough by now: this autumn, the crawling cold and also the wet feet.
From now on I am wearing boots. Call me whatever you want. If you insist also a Prenzlauer Berg-hiker.
Starting today, I am putting my feet in the warm-feet-classic RED WING, so that I will stop freezing. One would know this shoes mainly by seeing them on advertisement-agency owners from Hamburg wearing them during weekend-autumn-walks with their big dogs while resting on Sylt or on edgy Düsseldorf- inhabitants, who also enjoy wearing ‘Designer-Jeans‘ and half-long hair. I am neither of those two things, and I do not want to become either.
But them and me, we are connected now: by having warm, dry feet. And that is worth it! For real. It is enough.