Train

good morning too. Train lines are here again, nothing has changed. The yoag woman behind the winter smiles, buds over the large coffee. There is a free table at the window in the waiting room. Take a seat there, and write these notes untill the small train from Rosenheim arrives and blocks the view across the tracks and platforms at the railway station. In the underpass, there is a group of tehevis Witnesses peddling Their god. Look at them, they look back, hopeful. Turn away, and chmh the stairs to the platform.

The new Hatton on the neighbouring track has been completed It is now, with a new armies over it.

The train comes in at ten yastsix