What can I say? There’s just no understanding women! “Your antennas seem to be badly out of order at the moment,” my girlfriend Antonia told me yesterday. But I, an ant with my two antennas on my head, know perfectly well that I react with the utmost sensitivity to changes in temperature. So what had happened? Nothing at all – not as far as I can see, at least. Quite the opposite, in fact, I wanted to take Antonia out after the meal. “Let’s go to the Infotower,” I suggested because we both love it. I waved aside her gentle protest that it was raining cats and dogs, saying we ants aren’t made of sugar! So, off we went! I whistling cheerfully to myself, she silent. Hardly had we reached the Infotower observation platform 32 metres up when I proudly pointed out the construction site to her. It was fantastic. A gigantic excavation where the underground station will be built and the outline of the terminal already easy to recognise. She said: “It’s raining.” True, I thought, the more than 2,000-football-pitch-sized site really does look a little bit like a smaller version of the Mecklenburg Lake District. Then I had an idea: “I’ll just get out my surfboard.” It should be great fun zooming back and forth ant-speed over the soakaways put in to drain away water from the site! Antonia was not in the slightest impressed. She said something about January this year being completely mean and horrible. And that the rain had been so bad the asparagus farmers were fed up. “If it carries on like this, there’ll be no asparagus this year,” she finished up. And that really was a mean thing to say. After all, she knows very well that my favourite meal is Beelitz asparagus with ant syrup – mmm!

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