Thermometer at my door.

My kitchen sink with the same dishwashing liquid I bought 10 years ago.

Me looking for Entrecôte steak.

My vinyl record collection.

My approach to life has always been a little unconventional.

I hate summer and cannot stand the heat. The air conditioning in my 
apartment is always running at full power. At home, I rarely 
wear a shirt or trousers, not even during winter.

At the same time, I try to save money wherever I can. 
I don't enjoy washing dishes and often leave them for two or three 
days before cleaning them. In fact, I'm still using the same bottle 
of dishwashing liquid I bought ten years ago.

What I do spend money on are the things I truly value. 
One of my passions is good meat. I'd rather save money elsewhere and 
enjoy a high-quality entrecôte steak than waste it on things that don't 
matter to me.
Fortunately, I rarely need to spend money on bread or pita. 
My fridge is permanently stocked with leftovers from bakeries 
that generously hand them out in the evening. So while I may 
spoil myself with a good steak, the bread comes free of charge.

Just like good food, music is something I never stop investing in. 
I keep adding records and CDs, even though four rows of boxes now 
stand between me and my balcony. From time to time, I complain that 
there is barely any floor space left and that moving through my apartment 
requires a certain amount of creativity. Yet, deep down, I wouldn't have it 
any other way. Change and I have never been particularly close companions.

Somewhere within this maze of records, CDs, films, and sheet music, 
a few guitars and keyboards quietly wait as well. They have spent years 
by my side, despite the fact that I never learned to play them. 
Their purpose was never to make music with my hands, 
but to make something resonate within my heart.
To many people, all these possessions might seem excessive. 
To me, they are like old friends, each carrying a memory, 
a dream, a moment of curiosity, or a piece of inspiration. 
There is comfort in being surrounded by the things I love, 
and a certain magic in discovering one more treasure to bring home. 
While my apartment may be running out of space, my fascination never does. 
Perhaps that is simply the nature of a soul that is always searching, 
always collecting, and always finding meaning in the next record, the next film, 
the next story waiting to be added to the shelf.

I consider myself old-fashioned, perhaps even a gentleman from another era. 
I believe ladies should come first. When I'm driving my taxi, I still open the 
door for female passengers.
Sometimes I wish I had lived in the 1960s, a time when my traditional views and  
manners might have been more appreciated than they are today.
Even on social media, I follow my own principles. 
Whether it's Facebook or YouTube, I never click the "Like" button. 
My reasoning is simple: in real life, I don't like everything I see, 
so why should I pretend otherwise in the virtual world?

In general, I am a man of few words and many thoughts. 
I have always followed my own path and formed my own opinions. 
Once I believe in something, it is difficult to change my mind, 
regardless of what others feel about it.

That doesn't make life easier, but it makes me who I am.