Suddenly he was no longer there. On a gray day in early November, the space in front of the house remained empty. He was not a beauty. Black, big and kind of boxy. He had a long scratch on the left door and a dent on the bottom right. We liked him anyway, he somehow belonged to us. For a whole six years. Now he is gone. And even if it’s just one VW Touran Diesel was: I feel something like grief.
Editor in the “Life” section of the Frankfurter Allgemeine Sonntagszeitung.
We are a normal family, father, mother, two children. We live in a big city in a rental apartment with a balcony. We are the stereotype of a family. And our car was always part of this picture. We did the bulk shopping with him, went to the countryside on weekends and went on vacation during the holidays. It was always there as a matter of course. Until the diesel affair came, driving bans threatened and the climate change was clearly noticeable. When we got a good opportunity to sell the diesel, my husband had the idea: let’s try it without a car! Since then, a new era has dawned for me. My life without a car.