a furious search for the jacket this morning. panic before leaving the house, there it is on the coat stand. Things were different yesterday, so the jacket was hung up on a different place. The street is damp, but it is still not cold. Cold weather is predicted for today. The red haired bus driver today again, the gentle driver, no abrupt braking,. She drives well, it is comfortable. smoker at the station, the man with his hair done in a pigtail.
good Morning, guten Moryen.
A curious thing. The man on service in the cafe has the card stamped and the coffee made as he is dealing with another customer. The coffee is ready, just say "good morning' and go.
At the railway platform huge yellow machines are being used by men in orange safely suits to lay
new tracks at platform six. They work very slowly and steadily, making granting and groaning noises.
And then the train leaves, heading for Munich. It seems to sneak out of Landshut, and then wobbles like a ship in a storm as it crosses over all the points and junctions outside the station.
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Then it accelerates, on its journey to Moosburg, the wheels rolling smoothly over these tracks that had only been laid a year ago.
Friday, the end of another week.
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