The cafe at the Landshut railway station is bare, just two people behind the counter chatting to each other, the man with the bald-shaven head and the young woman with the big black glasses. Just on single customer comes in, otherwise all is quiet. the railway station is empty of the usual crowds as well.
That discount card being full, get a free coffee. The coffee mugs have a red ring on them today, with white writing thereon. The writing says something about freedom from lactose. Wonder. What is lactose anyway? Freedom from it seems to be a selling point. The train comes into the station, it is past daybreak. There are few people on the platform as well, it is a quiet Friday. The cup of coffee is only half finished on the train, as it leaves the station in Landshut, and the polite voice of the train's conductor wishing his passengers a pleasant journey. The dim foggy landscape outside, green and blue in the dim light reflected from a cloudless sky, passes by outside.
All of the houses are painted white, the colour of choice, apparently. White with red roofs, all very neat, all most proper. That is the way things are, here in germany. cross the rivers, the Isar and the Amper, before reaching Moosburg railway station.
Good morning to the last day of the week, from a man on a blue covered seat in a red train.
The blue cover has small black squares woven into it.
And the coffee cup is empty now. Farther down the carriageway, the policemen on the way to work are sharing out mugs of coffee chatting about police things.
That discount card being full, get a free coffee. The coffee mugs have a red ring on them today, with white writing thereon. The writing says something about freedom from lactose. Wonder. What is lactose anyway? Freedom from it seems to be a selling point. The train comes into the station, it is past daybreak. There are few people on the platform as well, it is a quiet Friday. The cup of coffee is only half finished on the train, as it leaves the station in Landshut, and the polite voice of the train's conductor wishing his passengers a pleasant journey. The dim foggy landscape outside, green and blue in the dim light reflected from a cloudless sky, passes by outside.
All of the houses are painted white, the colour of choice, apparently. White with red roofs, all very neat, all most proper. That is the way things are, here in germany. cross the rivers, the Isar and the Amper, before reaching Moosburg railway station.
Good morning to the last day of the week, from a man on a blue covered seat in a red train.
The blue cover has small black squares woven into it.
And the coffee cup is empty now. Farther down the carriageway, the policemen on the way to work are sharing out mugs of coffee chatting about police things.
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