sonntag abend, kurz nach sechs uhr.
ich sitze im zug aufs land, soeben ist dieser leise quietschend, zischend und in der ihm eigenen art furzend angerollt und schiebt sich immer schneller werdend unter dem kopfbau hindurch aus dem bahnhof in die blaue dunkelheit des tristen vorabends hinaus.
der sonntagabendblues meldet sich mit einem glockenschlag in die emotionale leistengegend, der den wagen erzittern lässt, ich spüre einen druck auf der brust und langsam beginnt a little moisture to collect in my eyes.
although my view is miles ahead of the locomotive is hard to miss, that I eyed the dame in the compartment across from critical.
yes you should keep this kind better than the public man, it looks pathetic, sensitive, or at best incredibly profound, for my part I'd be drunk now but prefer to simply, if I could select for.
I ignored him generously when he asked earlier in the space across from me show, and I agree with a slightly squeaky, whether as "still available" was, but now tell me this does probably close to ten year old boy there with his mama and towards the rear sits me anglotzt to other thoughts.
it possibly would be a mild exaggeration if I would describe his face as one of the ugliest faces of children of the late nullerjahrzents, sitting in the dark blond, slightly reddish hair two circular, large and yet eyes slightly dim, in between a schweinchenase that produces most flu viruses constantly .
two plump cheeks enclose finally a half-open mouth always disclosed, the gap between the front teeth, a huge two large, slightly protruding, and thus underlines a dopey general impression that the picture books outside would actually highly unlikely.
a gruesome sight.
maybe he thinks about me just that more likely is that he does not think. He does me a call only with these big, stupid eyes, his gaze seems to penetrate me at the same time and not to get to me, he hits me in any specific case, but simplicity of those who dare he bundled in all of broadcasting that I am not only hurt but also a little tired. I dedicate a tear that rolled me on the cheek and chin from the hose to the drip.
I look at him again, I would baptize him, the only result of my respect for the living creature could be that I gave him the name "idiot" only second, because in fact necessary first put there, I would have to insist that as the b. name would appear in his everyday.
that his loving mama gave him another name, of course by itself, "bisch Mueed dumplings?" she pulls his hair and he begins in the white plastic bag on her lap to mumble, fish in foil-wrapped, black pappschächtelchen out.
mama takes away from the fingers and slowly opened and a little clumsy, whereupon he begins to focus his attention on the whole it appears, iphone, touch the two fingers with a bit damp and give quiet strange noises.
I feel me free for a brief moment, but suddenly I remembered this scene frighteningly clear at the beginning of 2001 and I realize suddenly, who would now occupy compartment at a time in this the role of the smelly, grumpy and prickly ape-man discontinued models and whoever the other hand, the bone of the superiority of the 21. century holds in its hands tappigen. is my time come?
the train rolls away darkness completely unfazed by the seemingly endless, flirt, he hears on the name, but luckily he can not speak.
