Between our appetite for handmade pasta and our experience working a job traditionally reserved for men, Zille Quitmann and I had plenty to bond over during our ride through Friedrichshain to Alexanderplatz on Saturday.
Thanks to the cabbie’s fabulous English, I learned that she’s been working as a naturopath and a driving a cab for the past 27 years. She drives almost every day – before, after and between appointments with patients.
Here’s what Zille had to say when I asked her about the female cab driving force in Berlin. If you watch until the end of the segment, she also reveals some fascinating tidbits about her work with ladies of the night. (By the way, that’s the largest remaining stretch of the Berlin Wall in the background until 0:58, and, no, I didn’t plan it like that.)
There have been a lot of moments over the past 6 months when I was glad I’d gotten my yellow cab license, but none were as gratifying as when I told Zille that I drive a taxi in New York. Judging from her reaction, I thought it was safe to ask about her favorite thing to eat in Berlin:
In the end, it wasn’t the distance to Montagnola that kept the cabbie from taking me there – it was the fact that they’re not open for lunch. I’ll report back on the hand-made pasta after I visit the restaurant later this week.
In the meantime, I’m thinking about calling Zille and asking her to put on her naturopathy cap: maybe she has something that would help me sleep?