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Saturday, March 04, 2006
May 27 - 29 [part 2]
14pf brought me to Frauzjosefybahn [sp?]. There was still much time to spare before my companions should arrive. What should I do. I spent some minutes walking along one line of steps in front of the Bahnhof and back to the same place by means of a lower or higher line. But that was a childish game (though warming, the morning air being cool, a fresh wind blowing) and soon I had to stop on account of the flocks of it) and B.P.N. which steadily increased and waiting before the station. Each party arrived singing.
Was brought smartly to a standstill, when rucksacks were set down, and macs and coats downed over dirndls; or uniforms as the case may be, and the flocks set loose until it was time to gather again. I found a letter in my pocket, which I had not posted the previous day, and sought out a Tabak traffik, but no stamps were to be had
The station, though small, was complete with P.O. - good. I could surely get a stamp there. Anyway, there would be something to see. A sleepy dame, hair protected with a whitish kerchief, sweeping the floor. "Ich mochte gern eine Brief wache, bitte". But oh dear; Briefmarke sind wicht fur eine halbe staede zu werkaufen. . I bought a map of the Wachau* for 40pf and continued early morning exercises while more people arrived. The time passed quickly. I bought my stamp and came out again to stand in front of the station. Soon appeared a familiar bright and cheery face, full of friendliness and behind a large bulging rucksack (mine was twice it's size but had about a quarter the contents!) - Marta.
We had actually met only the day before, but were to be good friends on the three days, most pleasantly successful and delightful - the dearest of companions. I will always have a fond rememberence of this time, of the beautiful landscape through which we saw, and the many beautiful and interesting Donantal villages and especially of my 3 dear friends Otto Koellner, Herbert Klausner and Marta.
But I am wandering.
[*Which was left with the diary, and I'll include in a separate post above.]
Was brought smartly to a standstill, when rucksacks were set down, and macs and coats downed over dirndls; or uniforms as the case may be, and the flocks set loose until it was time to gather again. I found a letter in my pocket, which I had not posted the previous day, and sought out a Tabak traffik, but no stamps were to be had
The station, though small, was complete with P.O. - good. I could surely get a stamp there. Anyway, there would be something to see. A sleepy dame, hair protected with a whitish kerchief, sweeping the floor. "Ich mochte gern eine Brief wache, bitte". But oh dear; Briefmarke sind wicht fur eine halbe staede zu werkaufen. . I bought a map of the Wachau* for 40pf and continued early morning exercises while more people arrived. The time passed quickly. I bought my stamp and came out again to stand in front of the station. Soon appeared a familiar bright and cheery face, full of friendliness and behind a large bulging rucksack (mine was twice it's size but had about a quarter the contents!) - Marta.
We had actually met only the day before, but were to be good friends on the three days, most pleasantly successful and delightful - the dearest of companions. I will always have a fond rememberence of this time, of the beautiful landscape through which we saw, and the many beautiful and interesting Donantal villages and especially of my 3 dear friends Otto Koellner, Herbert Klausner and Marta.
But I am wandering.
[*Which was left with the diary, and I'll include in a separate post above.]
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