holy warriors in the tram
I sit in the tram line 3, knees bent. The DVB can not leave much room for Fußathleten. At the window pull over old, sometimes baroque buildings and people on bicycles, among them also looking to the Baroque age. I feel good, headphones seal my little head the world - but the seat remains connector to the here and now. In this supposedly safe situation, penetrating odor in my nose. A smell of trams seems inevitable, a sweet smell of sweat-bathed skin, coupled with a larger amount of alcohol fumes. I look around, I want to know if the polluter can make and can be prepared by reacting targeted me and my nose to bring back to their carefree state. My plan will fail, almost every man in my compartment meets the self-devised criteria of a skunk. So I shall stop here and turn my face back towards the window. Now I catch a glimpse of a square, moved into the stone. The other bank of the Elbe is reached soon, I did it. In great anticipation I'm playing around with my bag, let me distracted, quickly come back in dreams to the beat of my music. As I look up next time, because someone touched me on my shoulder, I look in the face of a kindly old woman. It does not smell unpleasant even a bit of lavender, so I smile back. A foolish mistake as only a few seconds later, emerges. The lavender woman believes in God. She believes in God, but the bad thing is that they apparently believe God would like it more if it appeals to other people in trams to convince them of their faith. For me it's too late to do so, as if I had not realized that they would give me their private absolution. So say I hear them, they would have taken me a year before, and now it was time to give me a letter. When I folded A4 sheet expand I'm confused: How does the lavender woman that God is looking after me and, more surprisingly, he longs to give me his love? And it does not smell more like a faded violet to lavender? I decline politely wish her a nice day and see how she stalks are vulnerable to another downward-looking passengers. A little bit I hope that this passenger smells terrible.
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