It's Still Life

16.09.23

07:50 (Münster, Germany)
Breakfast: Birchers (overnight oats) made with yogurt and blueberries. It sticks to your ribs. He says, It’s also stuck on my t-shirt.

08:10
“Oh, look,” he says, “there’s a young person! What’s he doing here?” I tell him, He’s probably selling walking sticks. It’s off-peak rates again. Pensioners on the move. Come September, we reclaim the world.

08:12
And it’s weird, I’m now one of those people that I used to think of as old.

08:45
Granny once told me, Your head is sacred. Don’t let just anyone into it.

10:50
I might go veggie. We’re in a queue of cars next to a lorry of live pigs – their snouts taking in exhaust fume, snurffing sounds neither loud nor urgent. I don’t think I can face eating pork again. Or beef.

14:43
My sister shoots things. To eat she says. Deer. Rabbits. Tin cans. Watermelon. I feel outnumbered by guns. That reminds me – I need to book my flu shot.

15:25 (between Bremen and Hamburg)
Over the years, I’ve seen a few collisions on this stretch of the Autobahn. Vehicles that collapse into pick-up-sticks. Puzzle pieces. Nothing recognisable as a car. We’re on the A1 Autobahn…

15:27
And I say to him, If you survive me, I want you to hire a few people to weep hysterically at my funeral. I laugh. He’s not sure if I’m serious.

15:30
And only white lilies; no girly colours because I’m not a girly girl. And he says, Ikke problem.

16:50
And this is Denmark. We are where he began.

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