Claudia Beck

The train story

 

She smokes too much. She tried to stop it several times ago but couldn’t stand it. She needs to smoke every time she’s stressed. The last weeks had been hard. Nearly every day she had to go to court defending people she doesn’t really know and their cases in which she is actually not interested in. Sometimes she hates to be a lawyer. No that’s not true she is loving her job. She had to work so hard on it. But now she needs some holiday - urgently. Sitting in the station concourse she lightens another cigarette. Why are German trains always late? She feels very cold in her thin suite. Actually her mood changes when she hears the friendly voice from the loud speakers that the train she is waiting for will arrive in a few minutes.It has been a long time ago since we have been sitting together in school -- oh these wonderful years!!! How does she look like now? She took the small mirror out of her hand bag watching herself critically. Okay, a little bit older, but she has still her long black curly hair without any grey strands. Satisfied she puts on her bright red lipstick --- perfect. Oh a glance at the station clock showed her that she now has to hurry up - the train is finally arriving. Fortunately she doesn’t have a lot of luggage as the other passengers, only her black briefcase with the files from today. Running down the long platform she easily catches the over- crowded train to Fulda. As many other people from Fulda she had shuttle every day to Frankfurt. She takes a seat in the dining car and ordered a nice hot cup of coffee. That’s lovely she thinks be herself enjoying the coffee. Only one hour left and she’ll arrive in Fulda. The rumouring of the train makes her feel sleepy. She closes her eyes thinking of the next coming days... Suddenly the first words of Shakespeares Macbeth come into her mind: “When shall we three meet again in thunder lightning or in rain?...” No --- we are four and we are no witches and we will meet again tomorrow in Fulda. But maybe the good old Brian O Donnell - the odd guest lecture in Oxford  - thought we were witches. We’ve had so much fun together - poor Mr O Donnell!!! Tomorrow is the day we are all looking forward to meeting each other in Fulda.

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