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Fra vores kontor har vi udsigt over banen [bahnen]. Det er mig til stor glæde og fornøjelse, og mine kolleger er efterhånden (tror jeg) vant ti,l at jeg begejstret råber "næh, SE" hver gang der kører et eller andet usædvanligt forbi. Usædvanligt vil i dette tilfælde sige det meste, som ikke er et IC3/4, Arriva eller Oddergrissetog.


Men jeg glemmer af og til, at ikke alle er vant til mine små udbrud - og kunne beskæmmet konstatere, at indtil flere personer vendte sig om og gloede, da jeg udstødte et højlydt GISP og flåede kameraet op af lommen, bedst som vi stod der i al vor pendler-indadvendt-hed.


Men de er bare så fine altså.

...Behøver jeg at fortælle, at der også bliver gloet lidt, når jeg foreviger det helt særlige fænomen, at der ved Vejle station er 2 forskellige slags sveller?  Ajmen, det ER da frygtelig interessant!!

@ N ~ the previous blog post was written on my new phone (yes, I'm very happy with it) so I couldn't be bothered with an English translation. Sorry 'bout that.  I wrote it on the train on my way home.  If I don't have a book with me, I am surreptitiously watching my fellow commuters.  I always picture their lives and personalities - and invariably, after a few seconds, the horrible thought strikes me: "what if he/she can read minds???" Then I quickly imagine something pleasant about that person, and move my attention to the next one.


I have to change focus anyways. Otherwise, people tend to notice.


And we wouldn't want them to think I was weird, now, would we. Because I'm not. Definitely not.


Anyways, today this young man got on the train. About 17 years old I reckon. Very handsome young man. Nice haircut. Beautiful lips that sort of had a smile lingering. Pretty eyes. Blue, very light blue. No wrinkles yet, of course, but one could tell that when the wrinkles arrive, they will be friendly smiley wrinkles. He looks like a person who is kind to all animals.


But then the narrator in my head switched the story line and all of a sudden, the handsome young man looked positively menacing. Like a murderer, almost!  What I had mistaken for a smile was a sneer, and the pretty blue eyes were suddenly icy, steel-blue.


And then, of course [all of the above runs through my head in, what, 8 seconds probably], I think "yikes, what if he can read my mind".


Then it was time to change trains. Phew. Narrow escape that.


I'll repeat, I'm not weird. I just have a rather vivid imagination.


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And then I thought I'd treat you to a couple of train pics. I love the old trains; my colleagues and friends are more or less used to me going "oh, LOOK" when I see a particularly interesting one, but the people who were waiting with me on the platform did shoot some funny glances when they heard a sharp intake of breath and saw me whipping out the camera.  But aren't they lovely, the old locomotives?  And look at the other two photos - I noticed the other day that there are 2 different types of railway sleepers (British English; Wikipedia tells me they're called railroad ties in the US) at my station. Definitely interesting enough for a photo. More funny looks from fellow commuters.


Ah well, the public needs entertaining. And at least, they can't read my mind.




Right?