When it’s warm I see this from my desk. Sometimes I also see some feet, which seems like a bit of a dangerous business. I remember that I used to like sitting on the window sill myself when I was a kid though. I don’t do it anymore, especially since I’m afraid of heights actually …
This picture has a very odd summery feel to it. It doesn’t really look as if the temperature is as low as -5°C, especially since the guy smoking outside the building doesn’t even bother with long sleeves. I was standing there with 2 jumpers and a thick winter coat, scarf and the hood pulled over my head. My fingers were freezing, since I don’t like shooting with gloves and even the sight of this guy standing there in just a t-shirt made me shiver a bit more.
It reminded me of England where the cue to wear flip flops merely is a minimal amount of sunshine. In England I have seen barelegged girls in skirts, strappy tops and flip flops at 5°C. At night I’ve seen drunk barelegged girls in hot pants staggering down the street barefoot when the temperatures reached the freezing point. Later they stand in the cold waiting for the bus and swear like sailors, sniveling and sneezing, and actually asking their equally swearing friends why they are constantly ill during winter. Well, you silly girls, it’s because you are almost naked when you should be wearing a coat! It’s not exactly rocket science.
Once I was discussing this strange phenomenon with another foreign friend of mine. I said “How can they even do it? I wouldn’t survive …” and my friend replied with a rather blank expression “I guess after a bottle of vodka you don’t feel it so much …” Not exactly rocket science either.