The son is excited, he is up early, he has already made coffee, three cups. one for his still sleeping mother, one for his father, and one for himself.
Drink and think.
There is a plan to take the car to work, and to print the missing posters, ready for those who have to leave early on Monday morning. There is no point in hurting people, even if they are late.
Walk through the town, along the back alleys by the police station, and then on past the small park by the Jodok's church.
Take the black car to work. A small black two seater Smart.
And at work, print the five posters.
The son helps, and finds some useful parts in the computer waste.
And then, the little exercise in Sunday work is done.
Drive back to Landshut, it is fifty four kilometres.
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