Sunday Morning

It is a fresh an crisp Sunday morning. I ride my bike to the bakery at Putzbrunn and enjoy both the day and the way…

A young man is sitting on a bench not far from the Ottobrunn railway station. Now that is something I would call rather unusual at this time of day.

He looks personable enough. His clothes look nice and clean. Actually, it might even be a woman. I cannot really tell the difference at first sight.

Taking a closer look, I discover that it is, indeed, a young woman sitting there. She is just lacing her shoes. A non-alcoholic drink is placed next to her on the bench.

Riding my special-seat bike, I pass by her at a considerable distance.

Excuse Me!

I hear her yell at me. I am aghast. But why? It is not her fault that I pass her on this way, is it?

On the way back from the bakery, she is still sitting there. She notices me and says only one sentence, but in a very loud voice:

What a beautiful bike!

Not knowing how to react – I continue on my way. I pass the bleak Ottobrunn railawy station and ride home to Riemerling. And long afterwards, I still remember the strange encounter.

RMD
(Translated by EG)

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