ringing the bell at the crossing. The rattling of chains and opposing signals takes some time and she lights a cigarette to calm her nerves. Slowly inhale them and if they smoke blows the locomotive enters the station, where it produces large clouds of steam, which extract the black shiny cylinders partial to the face.
On the platform, the station chief. They know him, it's Fassbinder. Because he is asthmatic, he often comes to a consultation with the doctor.
"Fraulein Landsdorf, go on a trip?" he asks as he gets his fried egg off his belt.
"A sleepover at grandma," says Gabriella softly. She delves along the wagons, but the soldiers and the Gestapo men are invisible.
"Everything good, I hope?" asks Fassbinder.
"Fine, but yes, she is getting older."
"How old is she now? Eighty?"
"Two Ninety! She's a tough guy!"
"My God, what a life."
Gabriella stands with one foot on the footboard and more nervous. Her imaginary grandmother takes incredible proportions despite the fact that she has been dead for years.
"Do you greet her but me," said Fassbinder and he is about to stabbing the egg sunny side up. He puts his whistle in his mouth and blows.
"Good trip, Frau Landsdorf! And good arrival!"
The train starts to move slowly, the engineer blows the whistle on that echoes across the town. Gabriella clings to the wall as she walks down the aisle, her suitcase bumping into the door and she keeps her hat firmly against shocks.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
