interpretation of the King James Bible

The railway station cafe is efficient again today, the bald man with the beard is back, and the customers seem to have their coffee and whatever else they want before they ask. There is no line, and yet there is a constant stream of orders.

Kaffee, Cappo, Cappo Mitschoko, Latte, Grosser Kaffee.

It all is called across the counter, and the money taken and the acounts settled and the discount cards stamped, all at once, a steady disorder.

But it seems to work.

Sit at the table just vacated by Norbert Hedgehog, he says good morning and goes away. He has a black leather jacket on over his overall today, a knitted cap on his skull.

Watch the  cafe crew, they do brew, and stew make and do.

And afterwards go down the granite stairs in the tiled stairwell on the first platform, along the long tiled corridor unter the tracks, passing the illuminated posters and the witnesses of Jehovah, them peddlers of their interpretation of the King James Bible, and climb a similar granite stair up to the platform No 6.

And the DI eXpress is just arriving.

Board, there is a nice warm seat

ahhh

Friday