squeeze the own eyes shut against the light flaring in through the window, the sound of alarms buzzing, time to get up but there is no wish to do so.
But there is no need to either.
It is Saturday.
No work
no bus
no train
no guten morgens.
No, that last point is wrong.
The living room has been taken over by the son and his friends.
An all night camp, five computers, more calculating power than ever took people to the moon.
Hear them waken.
Hear the wife get up.
The cat curls up on the bed in fear.
Keep the eyes closed, wish that ears could be closed too.
They all start chattering and shouting at once.
The morning after an overnight party.
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