Part 29: High Noon in Hochenheim
Stealin´ a train ride South I arrive in thee "metropolis" of Hockenheim, home to Formula One Racing, apparently...
Not getting much further than the Bahnhof (station) er, "kiosk" (smokes, beer, hot dogs)...a "dress Casual" standing - no seats/tables - affair...with ashtrays and access to the Bahnhof toilet (you gotta ask for the Sclussel/key) in the Deutsche blitzkrieg Winter weather, I while away an hour or 3 drinking Eichbaun Pilsner with the local 3 Stooges; Curly, Larry & Karl-Heinz who - fashion-wise - could have tried out for B-roles in the Coen Bros movie, Fargo.
"JA!"
....and speak NO English...but MIRRIAM does! (the kiosk manager)
Oh yeah... A trifle too hammered to hitch-hike (South) to Karlsruhr....or (pondering) weaken and jump back on the Bahn (train)...? THAT is the question!
YOU decide.
2010. davedelacroix/cafe napoleon, Karlsruhr/our man in europe
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