The dog's head of my train journey

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I felt a shock and looked through the window. The train had moved earlier than I expected. In the distance, my dog was still running after the train. His dog's head remained clear to me the whole further journey.


My journey went back in time. I remembered how at this time of year I enjoyed the conviviality as a child. Starting with the entry of the Holy Holy Man into our country.

An entry that could still pass undisturbed at that time. No one made a point that only dark-tinted helpers were walking around from the very elderly Your Honor Lord Saint Nicholas from distant Spain.

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