Martin FF
Today is holiday. In Poland. And into certain Swiss cantons. Therefore the funeral of uncle is W. in Büren not until tomorrow. In the canton Solothurn works today nobody. There the holy Martin is celebrated. And the Martinsgans the neck cut through. But one works tomorrow. Therefore I come still in time. On. In order to discharge me. Of it. As it is right itself. Thus to travel, I do not like at all. Returned in the night from Warsaw. With the last bus into the mansion. A few few hours slept. Today at 13 o'clock flight to Berlin. Overnight accomodation in the dwelling with the ore gel. Tomorrow morning my airplane takes off from Berlin-Schönefeld around 6:45. To Basel. I do not have notion, as I come at this time to the airport. But it will already become somehow. Around 8:10 I am to land on the euro-air haven in Basel - is called on French soil. So always already was that. They will let me somehow enter. Into my country. Afterwards with the bus to the main station. And with the first best course to reading valley. An early lunch with nut/mother. After two years. I am always somewhere. Not there. Then with the car after Büren. A small quarter of an hour travel. In Büren I probably spent my luckiest moments. In my childhood. Who knows. Allegedly our memory leads around us continuously at the nose. As much for the moment. Obviously Switzerland straight calls me now. And straight I do not oppose her now. I meet it after the holy Martin.
