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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.

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Sunday Blues 2010

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.