I slip on a day in the autumn holidays with my kitchen ...
Yes! I have "stripes", the verb chosen deliberately. The blog is called "Raids". I can not exactly rename it for each episode. What verb would fit because you think better? Sneak? Shuffle? Trot? Go? Running? Race? Lawn? March? Trample? Scurry? Stalk? Stroll? Swagger? Below? Hop? Stroll? Prance?
This is still my blog. Here I can use verbs, as I need for ...
Wait a minute! What am I doing here on the meta-level?
The best thing is if I just begin all over again:
So I slip on a day in the autumn break through my kitchen and am looking for something to eat for breakfast. The milk has expired, no more coffee here and the bread is moldy. Well done! Because, of course, offers a visit at my favorite cafe. This is on a pretty street corner in the premises of a former age-old drug store. There are very tasty ciabatta. That are appetizing with cheese and decorated with a slice of cucumber and a tomato on top corner. As you sit on comfortable seats in the sun and is very smart betüdelt, friendly waitresses, which are also to be considered also at least as nice as the bread with the tomatoes on top corners. A delight! Alla hopp: book under his arm clamp, insert the iPod and sunglasses and go. During the few steps to my coffee I'm still thinking if I'm not at some point to allow the fun in the morning and unshaven in a bathrobe and slippers to appear there. After more deliberation I decide but really against such a project. Actually, I like my job very much. And I am not eager to retire prematurely because of indecent exposure. I would also like the friendly coffee house operator and his congenial staff prefer not to expect such a sight. I'm giggling. In fact, I'm
only almost . I must first see which way can I take today. At my cafe There is a large, noisy construction site. She moves for several months - feels like ten years - around my cafe. It moves in slow motion through the street. Now here the concrete slabs to be removed, now there torn up the asphalt. Then holes are dug, running suddenly full of water. Huge pumps are placed to the holes again to pump empty. Holes are closed to them the next day aufzubuddeln busy bee again. I can not understand that.
In between, the site once made a sharp turn in their movement to the right and suddenly my café surrounded normal. After all, has now been built simultaneously at two ends: one end was to continue digging at the other, new paving stones laid - a ray of hope! Is about an end in sight? The brave host then has regained a bit of desperation in the construction site by simply tables and chairs placed in the middle of the site. Flower boxes to the Absperrbaken, large planters as a screen to - was really comfortable. Unfortunately, the sales to save even more, because the tables were visible from outside the site to so little. The poor restaurateur once told me how much he had been to shoot from his private account to cover only the running costs. The I found quite frightening. For him, it would probably be cheaper if he would close the business for the duration of the works. But then the regulars would be gone. And the great staff.
The workers are obviously a joke of it to build their Absperrbaken every day new funny mazes for the edification of tourists. The tourists find the determined great. Therefore, a guest must in my coffee each time you visit a new orientation, how can he enter the café and where there are tables set up outside.
I therefore indicative only once: Aha! Next it goes to the great Backhoe over the currently playing digging a new hole. Very interesting place for a hole. "Good morning, gentlemen!" I greet the restless gay construction workers. The course can not work in the tight hole while the excavator is dredged. That would be too dangerous! So they stand next to the hole and watch closely the excavator during excavation. The truck driver has managed its huge truck to the building site close ranks. Hats off! I would have not have got done with so little space. He also has to do nothing at the moment. He sits in his cab, drinks coffee and reads, ironically, be the "picture" focus. Now and then he looks with a critical mine after the excavator he I filled the dump truck excavation.
I find a free table in the already paved area. At some distance to my left a diligent worker mauled the border area between the new and old asphalt pavement with a menacing-looking device. It reminds me a lot of these futuristic weapons that Sigourney Weaver in the Alien films ever shot the nasty monsters to pieces and it has created an infernal din. From right, the excavator booms. Quick on the headphones and then Rammstein - as loud as it goes! The drowned not fit the site, but in spirit by quite well. The cacophony that arises because in my mind awakened in me the idea the four horsemen who are descended from the sky to announce the end of the world: Death plays the guitar, the drums of war, hunger, and we hear the bass on keyboards today, for once pollution. He is filling in for his cousin pestilence. Can not today. Is sick.
I immerse myself immediately in my historical novel. As is being killed someone, and that is portrayed in the novel quite dramatically. Who were also not very squeamish in the Middle Ages! Before I reflect on the practical application of the read noise to my current problem may continue to give me the most sympathetic of all the waitresses is a friendly smile freshly squeezed orange juice, a decorated appetizing sandwiches and a steaming latte out. She asked me. That would be at the spectacle not have been possible. Today I am grateful that they left me alone - I'm kinda weird on it. I radiate it with gratitude, but then the iPod turn out better and turn to the newspaper. The Feulliton is much more peaceful than the bloodthirsty Roman. And the conciliatory ideas I develop in reading the Feullitons then adjust better to the appetizing decorated buns. And nice to the waitress.
