25 Oct 2013
Munich Central Train Station Day 4.
Still here – DIRTY RAT.
Slept on Balcony near Burger King. By morning 6 others were lined up along side me. Comfort in numbers.
1st guy Martin (German) came at 1220. We discussed the cancers of money, he bought me a big water, kept saying “fuck off the system!” And told me I was a cool man. I find broken english fucking hilarious. “You are laughing!” He’d say.
2nd guy came at 1am after watching us from the otherside. He’s Japanese and has a moustache. “Are you sleeping here?”
He sets up 2 metres away, bike locks his pack to the table and jumps in his sleeper.
2am I hear foot steps as I doze. It’s security guards looking at my socks over the rail that I washed in a bathroom yesterday. They peer over the 3 of us as I wait for them to lose it. They swap a genial glance and walk away.
At 4am I wake up and there is 4 others lined up on my left side, they’re from Croatia. They leave, so does Martin.
530am this bloated, orange dyed, apish beast woman starts thrashing the cafe tables around losing it in German about the japs bag locked to the table. He must have gone to the toilet.
“It’s not mine you monkey woman! Does it look like mine? I don’t speak monkey alright?”
She scorns me with red bulls eyes like I’m the matador.
I’ve been painfully and confusingly undecided about my next direction for 3 days. Life is never easy for the fragmented.
I’ve been eating small cheese and tomato baguettes for £2.20, showering in the station wash and go room for £7 a pop and reading, writing and blogging in Starbucks. They play great music and are very friendly.