The Golf Dude

Last friday, I strolled through the Görlitzer Park in Kreuzberg, pushing the baby buggy with my son in it.

The sun was about to go down and so we rested on a bench in the middle of the park. In front of us was a bowl-shaped-depression, in the middle of which I noticed a guy, long rasta hair, green Adidas training jacket and bright red checkered pants. And he was whacking about the depression with a golf club and two balls.

His swing looked very self-taught, a short hack at the ball instead of a full swing. So he stood there and waited until nobody was in his way, hacked the ball from one side of the depression to the other, walked over, waited again, another two shots and he did this forever. I was watching him for some 15 minutes before I had to leave, it started to get dark but he continued his game. He probably still is there, would I return to the park now.

Golf appeals to the oddest persons. I love it.