Today wake up in a strange bed in the parents-in-law's house.The night was late, there was talk and the old family films to watch.
In the morning a breakfast with egg and toast, the way things should be. The old couple are busy, minding their house, keeping their kitchen in order. Later there will be television and the opening of the grandchild's new hair studio to attend to.
The other two daughters come down last, the two sisters in law. They set up a breakfast for themselves in the garden, a breakfast at ten. Their parents bustle around to see them well taken care of, all are a happy family.
Take leave, and for the fourth time in two days, drive the car the sixty kilometres between home and this endless suburb of Munich, where everybody seems rich and suburban. There are big cars in big garages with smart houses everywhere. The motorway is slow, there is endless traffic returning from weekend holidays, many mobile homes and people in antique cars on the road. Arrive at midday, and relax.
At three in the afternoon take a walk, the usual circuit of ten kilometres. It is becoming easier to fulfil the course every day, remember all the difficulties on the same stretch months ago. Remember the inability to walk even three kilometres without complete exhaustion. The thirty kilometres covered last week would just have seemed impossible then.
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