It is summer. Finally. At least according to the calendar. With regard to temperatures, this year’s summer is rather miserly in Europe. It is not raining occasionally but too much and way too often. It is cold and anyway, a proper summer looks different.

Since 2005 we have every year a neighbourhood party. In our cul-de-sac road benches, tables and barbecues are set up. We eat and drink together and tell each other what had happened in the previous year.

Many are coming. Some I know only by sight, others I have never seen before and again others water my flowers, when I am on holidays. The ages range from teenagers to over 80. And we are all hoping for just one thing: It just should not rain!!

The past week had been weatherwise miserable, with rain and floods. But on Saturday morning the sky was showing off his best side. A bit of sun had returned to the city. Warm and sunny. The neighbourhood party could start.

I was sitting next to Margit and Urs. They were telling me the news of our immediate neighbourhood. One house is standing empty for 2 years now and is ready for demolition. Due to various objections filed, the building permit was delayed. And one day it was written with large letters on the house OCCUPIED. We received a letter to our mailbox inviting us to neighbourhood discussions to the occupied house. But the occupiers never managed it to our neighbourhood party. They were never really loved and welcome. They caused noise and never showed any real willingness to integrate to our neighbourhood. In one week the house will be demolished and the day before yesterday the occupiers moved on, after having celebrated a huge party with more than 100 people and noise until the wee hours. The police had not wanted to interfere, since they wanted to avoid any escalation. Thus everybody in our neighbourhood went rather tired to work on Friday. Our Friday contribution to the gross nation product definitely stayed behind expectations.

But now it is over and Roger is in the final. Tomorrow it will be decided whether he will win the title in Wimbledon for the 7^th time. Margit mentioned that she loves watching sports on TV but every time when she watched Roger playing, he lost. After agitated discussions on the table, whether this is nonsense or superstition, we decided that Margit will not watch the match on Sunday. Margit stuck to our neighbourhood decision and went to the mountains.

And viola, Roger Federer won the tournament in Wimbledon for the 7^th time. Precisely because Margit did not watch the match!!!