socks and salami

 The railway station in Landshut is smaller than in memory, it seems to have changed from the moderately impressive building that it used to be. It now has solar panels attached to its roof, maybe that is part of the change. 

This was a small walk out of curiosity. The railway station used to play a central part in life, in getting to work, and so on.  Now it is just a small railway station, one that has given up much of it's life to the reorganisation and centralisation of the railway system. There are a few drunkards at the door, up at the top of the steps. They are ogling all the young women in their summer clothing, just staring.

Go inside and order a cup of coffee and a roll with salami. It is strange, it has been some years now, but the rolls and the coffee still taste the same. One can tell that the railway restaurant is run by a chain. Because of the pandemic, the seating area is closed. Go outside to look for a seat, avoiding the steps in front of the station, avoiding those ogling drunkards.

There are no benches in front of the station, only bus shelters. Find a distant deserted bus shelter and finish off the coffee and the roll. And then walk on beside the flood channel, now a park. The transformation is strange, for when the channel is operational, it is like a river. And when the water goes back, it is a park again. There are nice houses here, they are flats build in the thirties of the last century. Follow the road all the way down to the old slaughterhouse, and go to the supermarket to see if they have those socks that their advertising had promisedl.

They don't anymore, all of those socks have been sold out. What a shame!

Now the head starts to spin again, so take a slow walk home. It must be the heat causing this. Or maybe a long cool drink of water would be nice.