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Friday 22nd of November, 2019

The the trackage from the desk in the office

at work.

The package was prepared yesterday.

And down to the car, parked by the tree. It is

nine in the morning, and the post office

will open at nine. So

there you are!

Leave the pebble parking space behind,

and follow the roads through the campus.

The underground railway has just arrived.

there are hundreds of young students

They

are

crossing the

road between the station and

the department of Engineering. There must

be a lecture starting there shortly.

Wait, as they all ctoss the road. There are

more and more, this may take a while.

They

cross the road like sheep do, carrying

on in their herd regardless of what may

be going on around them.

Wait untill there is a gap in the stream

of people, and cross the pedestrian

crossing. Drive on, stop turn to the

right, and onto the main road. Turn

left, and after a roundabout, enter

the

village of Garching.

Arrive at the place were the post office

was the last time, see that the buildings

are deserted, cold and empty.

Turn the car on the empty parking lot 

and leave, and at a junction some

way farther on ask a passerby as to where the post office had gone To. He

smiled and said that it had moved to

a space between a supermarket and

petrol station, three hundred metres on, on the left hand side of the road.

There is a parking spot free right in

front of the low building. Park the car, realise too late that this is the entrance to the yard

belonging to the post office, the yard where all

the delivery bicycles are kept.

Never mind.

go in to the new building with the small

but valuable

package in hand. After a

short wait, the woman behind the counter

scans The barcodes on the package. The printer prints out a reciept.
Thank you.
And back to the car.

A young woman with a pram waits until the car has gone on.

A waiting car rushes in to fill the vacated

spot,

Return to the tree in the pebble parking place

Return to work.