same as ever

 In Landshut, in the morning, make the breakfast, all is normal and sane. 

Unpack the two bags from the short journey to  Cologne, sort the clothes into clean dirty and unknown, pack the few clean things away and place the remainder in the plastic bin for the wash. 

Make a telephone call to the officials in the traffic control office of the town. As an exceptional dispensation it is possible to collect a parking pass for the coming year before they close completely for Christmas. The office is already unofficially closed. They are all celebrating Christmas.

Bring the fresh green ticket to the car, and then return home and start to sort the papers. Pay the dentists bill.

Then go down to the son with the bag that the brother had given him for Christmas. The son is involved with his machines, his computers, and can barely be drawn. But then he walks through his crowded room and collects the small paper bag with the message from his uncle.

A short walk through town and a visit to a café.

Ok.

The woman is unfriendly, she is new here. The coffee is the same as ever.