on the way back from work back home my head is swept clean often. Sometimes I encounter just then things to remember in this empty particular:
Zoobrücke direction as I go, suddenly comes out of the sun. it shines mercilessly the pallor of winter-weary world. a spark of joy spring stirs in me, mixed with this particular type of fatigue melancholy. high on the bridge, a quick glance since softened on the primal fears of each dom cologne: namely, that at some point of dom not there could be deported, niedergebombt or whatever-dom in the sunshine at any rate, with the sparkling river in the foreground, opens possibilities of well-being in me.
before me wobbles a hop-on hop-off tour bus survey for a change and I stay calm and just behind it. is on my side on the footpath a figure which a cyclist pushes closer. the bike is over and hung with plastic bags and loaded. to the man wearing a jacket ausgebeutelte the open and playful moment as the wind would widen bridge. the closer I recognize blackish-dirty hands on the handlebar and gusts in the wild zausenden disclosed in the face. somehow expresses resignation from his position and his step-fatigue. but closer he lifts suddenly the look and shakes briefly also overgrown hair face of this, and he does what all do cologne a bridge to cross: he sees on the dom, and flit past this snapshot, it seems to me as enlighten his countenance, perhaps only in degree, or I just imagined ... still flows scruffy man with a wave of sympathy from my heart to.
who knows what has been through, how he came to his fate, who knows what made him move his field of activity from one to the other side of the Rhine ...? all that is irrelevant. has for a moment that it brought together gesture to me, and actually I feel better.
the gray haze is different from my thoughts and another comforting in view of the cathedral also done a lot to make my day.
I'm going with a smiling heart back home.
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