funeral journey

 The head is stuffed with a cold, there is no wish to get up. So return to the warm covers and sleep until it is past eight in the morning. Then downstairs to make the standard breakfast, enough to carry on for the day. The coffee is delicious, despite the cold. Upstairs again, there is a temptation to return to the sheets, but that will not do. 

But then lie down for another two hours anyway, then the cold is better.

The tailor from Kurdistan in the shopping centre has made the trousers smaller, now they seem to fit. Wander around the shops and buy tissues in a drug store. Later on take a walk to another shop and buy a loaf of bread and some toothpicks. Buy an umbrella too, it will rain tomorrow in Cologne. The cold returns again go back to the little upstairs room in the big house and lie down on the bed, cover up and sleep for a few hours.

All of this is not good, for tomorrow is the day of the uncles funeral, the one in Cologne. He died on the eighth of December, and he will be buried tomorrow. The son will not come to the funeral, that is sad. But then, he had never met the uncle.

And now he never will.

But never mind the cold, a few snivels at the funeral will probably be  in order. The journey to Cologne will start in a few hours, at four in the morning.

It is near midnight now, and it is time to get more rest.