Ducks from Mu-Pa are doing well, no concerns reported.

In Mühlsiepen Park, an unusual scene unfolded early one morning. Franz, a local resident, was sitting on a bench, saxophone in hand, smoking a cigarette. His presence was not unusual, as he is known for his daily saxophone performances in the park.

However, what caught everyone's attention was the approach of a duck, a familiar one to Franz. The duck waddled slowly and deliberately, suggesting it had read Camus, as it made its way towards Franz. Unlike the jogger who passed by, wearing Bluetooth headphones and exuding confidence, the duck seemed to be deep in thought.

Upon reaching Franz, the duck responded positively to his playing, saying it wasn't bad for a human. Yet, there was a hint of disappointment and not surprise in its voice. It seemed the duck was criticizing Franz for playing the saxophone without truly listening.

Franz acknowledged the duck's criticism and played a few off-key notes, a sign of his understanding. The duck expressed its own struggles as a duck, emphasizing the need to make the best of one's situation. It might have lived with Franz before, cleaning out his fridge without paying rent, but it never complained.

After a brief exchange, the duck turned around and left without any farewell or drama. Franz finished his cigarette, discarded the butt, and continued to play the saxophone. This time, he played for himself, for the duck, and for everything left unsaid.

Despite the fresh exhaust from the B1 and the quiet failure of the Eighties hanging in the air, there was a sense of harmony in the park that day. A harmony created not just by the music, but by the unique connection between a man and his feathered friend.