Niedzica
Mr. Krakowski called, when I stood in the EMPiK*, in the ground floor, in the department foreign Presserzeugnisse, beside the cash. „You ride along after Niedzica?” he asked. Typically Mr. Krakowski! Friday, half five in the afternoon, more closely drizzles over the city, and I is arranged with humans, whom I did not see ever in the life. I know only its name: Ernst. Mr. Ernst is obviously late. But that is normal in this country. Even under foreigners. We akklimatisieren ourselves fast. I am arranged with Mr. Ernst. Out of consideration for the weather in the ground floor of EMPiK and not before the Marienkirche. In the department of foreign Presserzeugnisse. Where always a terrible crowding prevails. Beside the cash. Where the people line up closely one behind the other. I feel here not well. I do not like vintages. Neither the mirror, nor the star. There is a so-called golden rule (my own experiences they have set up): if you wait at the station for a well-known or unknown person, then never sets you on a bank! In the quantity one will find nor will recognize you neither. Control rooms is no passive activity. Separates an active. Sitting humans do not look like it, as if he would expect something or someone. Sitting humans mostly do not know, what with itself and the time won in addition begin. At the station. While it waits for the course, which arrives one and a half hours late. For example. We transfer the sample of waiting of the station for the department of foreign products of press in the Krakauer EMPiK: do not sink in a text! Behind the Zeitungsseiten you become invisible. Unbemerkbar. Hear to exist immediately on. At the station waiting succeeds decided better. Because it belongs there. In the EMPiK however, in the Friday afternoon, while it drizzles outside, works waiting - and in addition still for Mr. Ernst - in various regard suspiciously. Not only that I push continuously someone anremple, affect, continuously to someone the grasp to the newspaper or to the purse block. Separate the security agency. Observes me with sharp views. Registered exactly each of my movements. Everyone of my uncertain steps. And it sees that I read nor buy neither. Only look. Observe. Approximately around. That is finally its task, not my! My mobile telephone announces itself. The man of the service monitors, without effort. Each word.
