2023. 6. 17 Sat

My Rewe closed today. They might be demolishing the whole building, which kind of looked like a temporary structure anyway. Vagrants were its guards. And Friday nights, the place would be packed with people who are drunk or want to get drunk buying cheap alcohol.

Still it’d been my grocery store for the past two years, open 24 hours, at least until Corona broke out. Then at some point it turned 6 to 23 (still as good), and now a few months later it’s closing down for good. So I went for the one last time.

It looked like one of those supermarkets in zombie movies. Racks and fridges were almost empty and the place looked like a ruin. From the debris I picked up a box of granola and a haribo, went to the self check-out counter and did my last ritual as usual.

I’m by no means sad, just irritated; the location was very convenient. I really did love walking down the tree-lined street after work when the sun has just started to set, to buy a few apples or maybe a yoghurt. I didn’t have to think about anything since it was always open and only 10 minutes away. The journey I have always enjoyed.

Now I have to reconfigure the routine like a new move-in.