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Zugzwang

frühher Sunday night, clock point sixteen.
it is bitter cold and an icy wind is driving small snowflakes in front of them on the station platform in Ulm, where I and countless accompanying venture on the two long train waiting home direction and the retract now.
the fear of not getting seats is more than justified, leaving the people zustürmen on the front door, as if there the last selling mulled wine, while eternal granted absolution. and they all have sinned, the poor souls, faces one sees in their rotgefrorenen.
I run the train along to the front door, where squabbling over the disembarking with the entering, because they can not get off before you get in, get finally in yourself, after all got out and getting a lot absolution or mulled wine yet, but a seat in the very first row, with an open view on the engineer's shoulder forward.
in the train is the discovery of a third dimension the same, but opens up a whole new view on the route, which is known only from the side view from the window.
is, however, but only for about five minutes of exciting, and it will become dark quickly and you can see in the fore and makes the page a bit and I have to let something else come up with what the remaining two hundred and fifteen minutes bearable.
with the loud, rattling buzzing noise seemed nearing the common cold to pneumonia, the diesel locomotive rushing through the night, letters and let the vibrations rates before meinen augen wild durcheinandertanzen und wenn er alle zehn minuten hält, steigen trockene personen ins schneegestöber und verschneite personen ins trockene, einzige konstante bleibt die überfüllung der waggons.
ich versuche zu schlafen, doch mein magen knurrt mit dem alten diesel um die wette, ausserdem hab ich durst, der zug ist total überheizt und staubtrocken.
ein schluck wasser und ein stück schokokuchen hab ich heut gegessen soweit, nicht gerade üppig, dazu sitzt mir ein kater im nackken und eine ältere dame neben mir, die apathisch löcher in die nacht starrt.
ich schliesse meine augen und stelle mir vor, sie wäre etwas frischer und attraktiv, würde mit mir flirten.
der zug ächzt, the blizzard outside is getting stronger and you. I get up and go to the toilet, Targeted of urine splashing into the bowl of a thousand beer while I ride the cold wind blows through the open window into the snowy neck.
alsi I come back the lady got up beside me, I make myself wide and doze in front of me than me a snappy "is the space available?!" high shrink abruptly half asleep from the leaves.
neatly parted, he flashed me through the frameless glasses of 1.90m in height, and begins before my slow nod, his luggage in alphabetical order to stow away on the shelf. "Yes sir!" I think me and ask me if he vielleicht in eine attraktive dame verwandeln würde, würde ichs ihm nur mit genügend preussischer schneidigkeit befehlen.
ich lehne den kopf wieder ans fenster und sanft rüttelt mich der diesel in einen kurzen,, unruhigen schlaf.