The Austrian Gentleman. Poem by Michael Cochrane
The Austrian Gentleman.
Leaving Salzburg by train villages go by, each one more beautiful than before. A very old gentleman shows me his lifetime collection of stamps, totally in German. I only speak English I said to him. We engaged in mutual interest and shared nods and smiles after an hour, he says meine zughaltestelle. We said our farewells in our own language. This was before the age of the dreadful mobile world.
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