Wednesday, 30 January 2013
20 extra minutes!
I have an empty take-away tea cup. I find the recycling bins along the platform, separate the plastic top from the paper cup and dispose of the deconstructed drinking apparatus appropriately. I find a spot amongst the growing crowd of waiters, waiting for a late train.
I seem to remember that there is something about the Köln train station architecture that I have loved. I look to my left, which according to my instinct, is east-ish, but I have no real proof. (I visualise a map of the city to try to confirm my instinct. According to my mind's eye. the Dom lies just south and on the eastern edge of the railway station. Looking east (I believe) I see it.
I'm right! I knew left was east!
I feel confident with my instinctual sense of direction, though admittedly my mental map cannot qualify as proof).
East-ish is where I find the architectural fancy that caught my fancy. I try to think of the words to describe the wrought iron whims on the eastern-ish side of the train station. "Umbrellas." I initially think without proper satisfaction. The metaphor that I decide upon: giant lace kerchiefs blown up by the wind in the centre yet weighed down where they are tied together on the four edges.
I love this view.
I realise that, because I have quit my job this will be the penultimate time I experience this particular view. I have another trip planned for handover in late February. I will be accompanied then and will probably not have the time, quiet, solitude to enjoy the view.
"You should have enjoyed these trips more." I tell myself, though quickly follow up with forgiveness because I know I am ultra responsible and therefore prone to work related stress, which tends to take the enjoyment out of train station views.
Along the main eastern-ish arch just before and above the whimsical series of lace kerchief arches there is a sign I have seen a number of times, but not yet registered until now. 4711 in a teal-ish, turquoise-ish blue. Under the number it says something in German - an adjective for Köln and "Wasser" which I know is water, and it is only now - thanks to a comment made by a local customer yesterday about Köln's cologne - that I recollect a bottle of this cologne from my childhood; it was always a standard part of my father's cologne collection.
I am no longer surprised by the outlandish associations between present and past, the here and the elsewhere, that happen in my head.
Posted by Ellie at 21:24