fifteen minutes late

 Today, a strange day. There was a greeting from the cat at the top of the stairs, she seemed to be disturbed. Gave her some food, she tried some of it and then disappeared into some corner. Breakfast was quite all right, and then the decision was made to take a day trip to Berchtesgaden. Packed a rucksack and headed for the station. 

On the way there received a phone call cacelling the film evening on Thursday. Now it will be possible to attend the colleagues prize presentation. He had to finance the show himself.

The train down to Berchtesgaden was pleasant, and the walk took about three hours. It became clear that the hills were steeper than the memory of them, and that this body just was not fit any more. But still, it all worked out. The mountains were visible in all their beauty.

The train journey back was marred by the fact that the direct line to Landshut was closed, and the only route available was with slow trains over Munich. This was made worse by some disorganisation between Landshut and Munich, the final train added insult to injury by being fifteen minutes late.