There is a noise in the distance, it sounds like a small engine.Maybe a stone cutter. But today is Sunday, nobody in their right minds would cut stones in the middle of a Bavarian town on Sunday.
Think, what could it be?
There was a party in the market street yesterday, with a stage, and roadies, and stands, perhaps-
That is it.
The town employees are using a portable blower to blow the rubbish left by the partygoers into a heap for collection. Those things make exactly that sound.
All the windows in the flat are open, the hot summer makes any cool air welcome. The cat is sitting in the open window peering out at anything that passes in the street, any birds that fly past art given wishful glances.
The small lights in the yard, the ones that work by solar power, have all gone out now, they are busy charging up for the night's work. They are pleasant in the dark, relieving the pitch blackness of the narrow yard.
Because of the festivities in town, people are up early.
But the family is asleep, they will stay in bed untill ten.
And the living room is a mess.
oh help
No, there is no help for it.
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