Pigeon cooing outside, car rumbles by, passing bicycle creaks along in the cool morning air.
It is six twenty three.
The brother will be here soon, the son and the father will be on their way to visit the grave of the grandmother, the great-grandmother, who made much possible and sowed many prejudices.
The son's alarm clocks buzz and hum.
Go to his hig bed, and shake his protruding foot.
He has the sound morning sleep of a teenager, a boy of fourteen years.
He gets his day clothes.
He goes to the cooker.
He makes up a mixture of milk and cocoa powder, which he heats up.
Adds some oatmeal.
Then he sits down. And eats his breakfast mush. After covering it all with apple sauce
His father decides to get a second cup of coffee.
The grandmother died in the hills that she loved
nearly one hundred miles away from Landshut.
And now the son looks thoroughly awake, raising his eyebrow with every mouthful.
It is six twenty three.
The brother will be here soon, the son and the father will be on their way to visit the grave of the grandmother, the great-grandmother, who made much possible and sowed many prejudices.
The son's alarm clocks buzz and hum.
Go to his hig bed, and shake his protruding foot.
He has the sound morning sleep of a teenager, a boy of fourteen years.
He gets his day clothes.
He goes to the cooker.
He makes up a mixture of milk and cocoa powder, which he heats up.
Adds some oatmeal.
Then he sits down. And eats his breakfast mush. After covering it all with apple sauce
His father decides to get a second cup of coffee.
The grandmother died in the hills that she loved
nearly one hundred miles away from Landshut.
And now the son looks thoroughly awake, raising his eyebrow with every mouthful.
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