Saturday, February 02, 2013

Buying bread in Wuppertal

At the local supermarket I buy bread from a specialized counter outside the main area. There are a number of different women who sell bread. One of the younger women I particularly like, is rake thin and tall. She has black hair in a bob. I think I have seen the hint of tattoos on her arms. She has the easy attitude of someone in a stable, if perhaps unfulfilling, relationship. She sells me bread, and deals with my poor German in a away that makes me think of antidepressants.  It is nice to be smiled at.

There is no point to this post.