Ælfleda Clackson
Our relationship with our smartphones is complicated. So, when I saw my phone slide out of my slightly too loose grasp and fall into the cup of coffee I was holding in my other hand, I was filled with equal amounts of panic and relief.
Rain is pouring in torrents outside. Long corridors with high ceilings. Students smoking in the hallways. Light-flooded rooms filled with a selection of artwork. Metal sinks overflowing with flowers.
The city wakes from its hibernation.
It is the 16th of February, the sun creeps out and warms our faces. A friend comes to visit from a different city and I show her around Münster. The sun is shining, it has put on its best face.
