The man on the platform
Brisk movements
Rude manners
Friendly eyes
A jacket that read autonome nationalisten
He asked the fragile woman – entschuldigung !- this train – Antwerp?
She felt assaulted – afraid, as if (and so it looked like for a second) he would bite her nose, as if he would throw himself upon her, swallow her.
He did not – she backed off – he looked puzzled – seemingly unaware of his effect on her.
& then – there was that song hanging in the air
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