Arnon Grunberg

The young one


The train from Amsterdam to Basel was rather delayed, somethings that appears to happen more often this summer.
The passengers to southern Germany had to take a train to Nijmegen, change trains in Arnhem, supposedly there a train to Basel was waiting for us.
On the platform in Amsterdam an unknown woman handed me an espresso.
“I saw you,” she said, “I thought, you deserve a cup of coffee.” We exchanged smiles, that was all.
Tomorrow the young Hitler.
Serious invitations for dinner on Saturday will be accepted. Only in St. Pölten and its surroundings.

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