Every man needs a hobby, I know.
I just returned home having spent the afternoon auf dem Zug / “on the train”. Yesterday I sat in a park licking ice cream in the sun, today I walked through rain and very low clouds. At one point I even was close to running, because transfer time was very short due to construction works, but I kept to my stride and brisk walking was enough – pah ! When I finally sat in the last train for the last & longest leg of my journey two gentlemen stormed in in the very last minute, they not even sat when the train started moving. When they had recovered their breath they talked sotto voce about where they came from, where they were going to and whatever happened in the amazing world of model railroads.
Not that childish stuff when the kid is allowed to have a little tschuff-tschuff-Bahn run in circles, but the real dope when grown men use terribly complicated turnouts, switches or points, take apart scale locomotives because one of the wheels creaked, discus what they saw at the latest fair or trade show, exchange tips for what buying where and whom to turn to for that special part of this very rare out-of-production-waggon … you get the idea. Both were from somewhere North from Hamburg, clearly knew each other for ages, were at least in their sixties or maybe older – and their world turned around model railroading. They talked with each other for two hours without one single repetition of a topic, not sure whether this is correctly formulated, I mean there was no redundancy. They only were quiet for some time when they watched videos from a fair one of them could not visit, but he had in turn some other material from another event his friend had not seen yet.
I am pretty sure that these guys could tell after one look at the real stuff what is wrong with that switch or why this engine should go to the repair shop. And all in between : A heap of rotten metal flew by. “Oh, saw that old crane.” “Yeah, a Hanomag.” I saw just a mass of something in the dusk.
Now I am righteously tired, time to nod off. Tomorrow in the ddm* I’ll shuffle to my vehicle, collect my co-driver, brave her terrible good mood and communicational eagerness, and will avoid to hit any wild boar on the road.
Now let’s listen to nice music : Here is the Ed BICKERT Trio with Do Nothing ‘Till You Hear From Me. Sadly it ends a bit abrupt, but no fear, just some seconds are missing. I hope you enjoy the music, may it be a good week for all of us.
* damndarkmorning, thanks to Savannah