Winter magic, Christmas magic, hut magic: in Advent you can hardly set foot outside the door in Munich without stumbling into some hocus-pocus. Are there no more creative names?
All kinds of things are inherent in this beginning, for example the desperate attempt to ignore the noise of the air conditioning in the office, or the craving for a children’s penguin from the candy machine that grows stronger by the second. But one thing is definitely not inherent in him: a magic. Because right now, with Advent approaching, a few magic-free zones urgently need to be set up.