We killed most of the rest of our
time there, debating once or twice on whether or not to
try to figure out how to get into a German theatre in order
to see a German version
of some american crap. Can you guess whether the movie won
out over the beer? I knew you could. Which is why we
Time passed and the shadows
lengthened. The last hour took about four hundred years,
and at one point I could hear the pavement breathing.
I do not deal with lack of sleep
Luckily for us, at the train
station there was a mysterious bar, set up in the back
of a top-chopped stretch limo. Luckily for the
bartender, he had beer on tap. We sat and drank and
watched the pretty numbers and letters spinning and
clicking on the big black board up on the wall. So
spinny ... and clicky ... and ... spinny ... and ...
The bartender came over to
demand his money just in time, as we started awake,
hurriedly stuffed cash in the barkeep's hand, and ran
off to catch our train. Our overnight train. With beds.
Sweet precious beds. Sweet, precious, lumpy, kind of
slanty, and in a way-too-hot cabin, beds.