My wife inherited a big apartment in Berlin from her mother
"Baby, we can put it on Airbnb, we will be financially free" she said
I felt my blood boiling, but composed myself
"Sure honey, let's think about it" I said
While she was at work, I went to the city office and signed the apartment over to the municipality as refugee housing
Yesterday she asked where are the keys
"The keys belong now to six men from Morocco who escaped war" I said
She began uncontrollably shaking, most likely from happiness
Housing is a human right, not a business