barely awake sitting at the side of the bed, stretch the arms flex the shoulders, is the back hurting?
barely awake, though it is later than usual, still the night was bad, stomach pains, rest awake, no welcome blackness of sleep.
The son comes in, raises his eyebrows? cup of coffee?
yes please.
In German.
Ja bitte.
Go to the bathroom.
Return.
Find the fresh underwear in its place in the wardrobe.
Get dressed.
The son comes in with the promised cup, puts it on the saucers.
Donkey.
That is thank you in German.
The wife is asleep.
Read the news offered by the computer.
Ursula is issueing catchy phrases.
Boris is in the shits.
Angela is compromising.
Horst is doing what Horst does,
Markus is trying hard to qualify for chancellor,
and Donald and Nancy, Adam and Jerry and Mitch, a fine kindergarten.
Three cups and a slicec of toast later it is time to go, out into the drizzle and the long drive to Garching.
Resolve to continue learning Portuguese today, an hour at vocabulary.
Practice with real people, that would be nice.
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