top floor

 Leave the house in a storm, it is early afternoon, it was raining and windy. As the town vanishes into the rear view mirror the sun comes out, but it is still windy. The car is difficult to steer in a straight line.

Try to keep a steady speed on the autobahn, but it is difficult, and those citizens who believe in speed are a major danger. A spot swelling into a Mercedes in the rear view mirror, try to ignore it and finish overtaking the big Hungarian truck. The man in the Merc passes, shaking his hand in front of his face as a gesture implying that anyone not going at full speed must be insane.

Let him go on, he is young, and let us hope that he will grow old.

Arriving at work, it is already clear what it is like to be a stranger here. There is no future here. There is just the matter of the pictures to be cleared up and then that will be that. In two months. Otherwise, there is no business here.

The sun is out and the sky is brightening, the clouds all heading at high speed for the horizon. Use the passcard at the gate of the reactor, enter the office building, and go upstairs. To the office of the secretary of the manager, top floor.

One hours driving for a visit that will be over in half an hour.