a quiet story from life in berlin

I had brought my con­tact jug­gling ball along with me on the train – and I saw some kids squab­bling and their par­ents look­ing tired.

Silent­ly, I took out my ball and with­out meet­ing their eyes I start­ed some prac­tic­ing. But in­stead of fo­cus­ing on dif­fi­cult tricks I ap­proached it very clownishly.

Such as – oh, this per­son is try­ing to bal­ance a ball on their arm while they grab the up­per pole for bal­ance, they look sil­ly when falling and every time the door closed I would put it away and look bashful.

It was in­ter­est­ing how im­me­di­ate­ly a pat­ter de­vel­oped and how much fun it was, try­ing to only look at them when they looked away.

In the end, as I was get­ting off, I locked eyes with the young girl and we smiled at each oth­er. It was a beau­ti­ful­ly hu­man ex­pe­ri­ence that re­minds me how not alone I am in this life and that not all con­ver­sa­tions must be verbal.

—car­nelian king

Flom­mist Car­nelian King is a per­form­ing artist, prod­uct de­sign­er, toy mak­er and non­bi­na­ry clown cur­rent­ly liv­ing in Berlin. Copy­right © 2018 Car­nelian King.

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