When you see my house, you’ll see a tall, pretty industrial building in the midst of a non-residential area. It’s rather dull and grey. Around me are fences, washed concrete, cars and more fences.

But you can also see my growing friends sitting on the window sills, waving their happy stems and letting the rain applaud on their leaves. They brighten my day and some on my neighbours’ and they are mine. They are my babies that I nourish and cherish, my little beautiful project. The great thing is: nobody shoved the watering can in my hand and told me to better water the plants. I’m not obliged to care for them. It was my wish to plant them and to maintain them, my own initiative.

Decorating my soul

I feel like a pioneer in the city, a guerilla fighter for the green cause, a rebel. I help my blossom army stand against walls, streets and fences.

And a supporting a tiny army can sometimes be costly, especially since I am expanding. I ordered flowerbombs, seeds in enriched soil, that you can throw basically anywhere in the urban area – and it will grow.

I spend money, on seeds sol and flower pots, but I actually spend it on me. Not for the recognition, but for the asymmetry in the city, for colourful things, for the experiment, for the sheer joy in it.

And yes – I might look a little weird with my shovel kneeling on a grass verge. I might also feel a little weird. People are watching me, but I simply keep digging.

After my little expedition I return home and I see my lovely, blooming rebels in the staircase. Soon you’ll have allies on the streets, all over the city. The rebellion is spreading.