Beaten

 Staring at people's inability to use the mail services, the idiots will suggest driving over one hundred kilometres in an evening to collect a data stick that could simply be popped into an envelope and sent overhonight. It is silly.

There are now three hundred pictures of the old mans dreams, and there is no concept as to what is to be done with it all. They have inherited it all, it is now up to them. It was an interesting days work and an acceptable schnitzel in a nice place as a reward afterwards. Let us hope it is all over now, do not look for further involvement.

A quick drive to a village near Landshut, and the whole thing placed into a letterbox. 

Delivered.

Today is the last day in Landshut for the next two weeks, and that is a good thing.

In the back of the bakery there was a man who used to work in a slaughterhouse. He is an old man, over seventy, maybe even more than eighty. He has a black eye and a mark on his forehead. He has been beaten. His account was that he left a pub late at night and woke up in the gutter, it was entirely unclear as to what happened. The surroundings of his right eye are blackened. Talk to him for a while, his name is Walter. He still cannot understand how that all happened.

That night he had to be accompanied home.

And today at midday he is drinking coffee in a bakery shop.

He looks as if he has been beaten.