As I am writing these words, it’s raining outside. I’m at the office of the company I work for in Kreuzberg, East Berlin. It’s a modern start-up in a multi-story glass building. The work environment is pleasant. My coworkers are nice (terribly nice) and maybe a tad non-descript. The company is open to everybody’s gender identity and indifferent to their sexual preferences. They take care of us, offer us breakfast, lunch and alcohol – after the end of the work day of course. There is a gym and showers with towels. There is even a roof garden with a view of the Berlin Tower. The hours are flexible and we can – if we wish – stay there til late at night. We can even have parties with our co-workers. I suspect the company doesn’t like it when we go home. The company loves us and takes great care of us – so much so that it never wants us to be apart. They would offer each of us a room to rest in. I imagine it would be fully furnished with stylish furniture and all the