14th December, I6
Deep asleep, awaken. turn off the melody. Bathroom, Shower to awaken, move. Find the glasses, leave the house. arrive at the bus stop at the same time as the bus, there is no wait. The others, the Teachemann and Dolores are on board. Pay the driver.
There is a young woman doing her makeup in the back. She finishes her hair, a neat knot on the top of her head, and checks the result in the reflection in the windows. There is a young man watching her, gawping in amazement, mouth open...
At the station a large coffee, a stamp in the discount ticket, some time now untill the next free cup of coffee. The television is showing documentaries of aircraft combat from the second world war, weapons of mass slaughter reduced to items of technical interest. By time. None of the other regular customers are in the waiting room today. There are a couple of strangers, that is all.
Now the train moves slowly into the platform the passengers are to be seen inside, many are sleeping. One man is preparing an office party, he has put small chocolate 'Santa figures on every place around the table. He is waiting, a big grin on his face, waiting for his friends to arrive for the daily conversation on the way to work.
The train journey is uneventful today. There is time to think of the people fleeing from eastern Aleppo, the pictures from the six o'clock news on the waiting room television. Fleeing the city, running from their homes → A world run by madmen, a world full of weapons.
The train is silent, rolling wheels rumbling on the tracks.
It will arrive in Freising shortly ->
and that is the same procedure as on every working day
That 's it. I.
Deep asleep, awaken. turn off the melody. Bathroom, Shower to awaken, move. Find the glasses, leave the house. arrive at the bus stop at the same time as the bus, there is no wait. The others, the Teachemann and Dolores are on board. Pay the driver.
There is a young woman doing her makeup in the back. She finishes her hair, a neat knot on the top of her head, and checks the result in the reflection in the windows. There is a young man watching her, gawping in amazement, mouth open...
At the station a large coffee, a stamp in the discount ticket, some time now untill the next free cup of coffee. The television is showing documentaries of aircraft combat from the second world war, weapons of mass slaughter reduced to items of technical interest. By time. None of the other regular customers are in the waiting room today. There are a couple of strangers, that is all.
Now the train moves slowly into the platform the passengers are to be seen inside, many are sleeping. One man is preparing an office party, he has put small chocolate 'Santa figures on every place around the table. He is waiting, a big grin on his face, waiting for his friends to arrive for the daily conversation on the way to work.
The train journey is uneventful today. There is time to think of the people fleeing from eastern Aleppo, the pictures from the six o'clock news on the waiting room television. Fleeing the city, running from their homes → A world run by madmen, a world full of weapons.
The train is silent, rolling wheels rumbling on the tracks.
It will arrive in Freising shortly ->
and that is the same procedure as on every working day
That 's it. I.
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