All of these moments are part of my self-realization. Meaning, that I lead a happy life, simply put. Whenever I'm in the Rewe supermarket and want to buy sweets, I walk past the wine aisles. There I see the super-ugly, light green bottle and have to smile. The lovely Morio Muskat from the Palatinate, the most disgusting wine you can buy there, but at €2.49, also the cheapest. I smile because I remember. I remember the best moments of my life. The Morio was there with me in every single moment. Whether standing next to us on the floor, still closed in my backpack, or tipped out on the wooden floor, it was always there. And that doesn't mean that it made us have fun, but that it sets a precedent for me. Like a time portal that, just by looking at it, sends me back to those exact moments. And after this five-second journey through time, which feels like reliving entire years in my head, I carry on with my daily life and forget that any of this ever happened until the next time I'm at Rewe buying candy.
