kelby_lake
07-28-2008, 12:36 PM
Blurred office blocks ranging from the modern artistic ones to the sorry ones unchanged for 20 years or more. Figures walking along the dark wet streets, pushing themselves through the inexorable rain that drenched them and left them dripping. These were the sights Alex saw out of the bus window, a bus which would take him to Berlin and far far away from paper-pushing, alcoholism, and unexpected inconvenient preganancy.
The bus was filled with inescapable cigarette smoke, aggravating Alex's weak lungs. At least he had his unfinished poetry volume to work on, a distraction from his fellow, mostly inconsiderate, passengers.
As he thought of a topic, he let his thoughts wander and tune in to the conversations of the other passengers, equally as depressing as the weather. None of them were English, which was to be expected, and his German was acceptable not fluent. He tried to mentally translate some of the words:
'England holiday...bad weather...very hungry...'
Not quite the language of poetry. His French was far better than his German, he should have gone there. France was for lovers eloping, Germany was for...others eloping.
The bus was filled with inescapable cigarette smoke, aggravating Alex's weak lungs. At least he had his unfinished poetry volume to work on, a distraction from his fellow, mostly inconsiderate, passengers.
As he thought of a topic, he let his thoughts wander and tune in to the conversations of the other passengers, equally as depressing as the weather. None of them were English, which was to be expected, and his German was acceptable not fluent. He tried to mentally translate some of the words:
'England holiday...bad weather...very hungry...'
Not quite the language of poetry. His French was far better than his German, he should have gone there. France was for lovers eloping, Germany was for...others eloping.