the ICE and then
I sat in the well-occupied ICE from Basel to Berne. The chair next to me was the two departments still free. I had mounted my iPod already. K urz before departure joined with his father a daughter. I estimated the child about 10 years old. The father had to to sit next to me, he placed directly behind it.
drove off as the train, gave the father the child a roll.
The two were well on Sunday sales was in Basel, had made a father-daughter day. The girls seemed tired, shy and reserved.
It seemed to me not really pretty, not "cute", it was wearing jeans, winter boots that müsssen again next year still fit, an orange fleece pullover, had medium length dark blonde hair, bangs, reminded me of somewhere a little my little sister a few years ago and thus necessarily of myself in this age.
The girl had a pink knitted bag with a zipper itself.
pushed now and then, still munching bread roll, move the right arm back. On a pink wrist band with three dangling rhinestones. The bracelet was probably new. admired the girl again later.
When the bread was eaten, the girl opened the "hand bag" and took out an even packaged CD. There was some samplers, as they are way it is. The CD has been closely examined and shy and lovingly re-supplied in the bag. Then the girl sat just so there.
so I sat there. At some point I was overcome by a sad feeling. I can not describe. I emfpand a kind of pity for the child who was sitting next to me, seemed happy and joy felt at the simple bracelet and the new CD, which would be outdated tomorrow.
a moment I felt like I was sitting next to myself.
It was a very intense moment.
I wanted to comfort the girl, telling him that everything will be good once, maybe because I would have been happy to me would have said someone once. Maybe I would have thought so even. I sat there and hoped it might feel, what I want it, it should persevere and not let it get. Everything will be good (now, while writing the strange feeling comes over me again - what's this ..?).
increased Fortunately, the father and the child out in Olten.
One should not brood.
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