The Day After

Under the impression everything had been shut down for the last few days, Sunday brought with it a new understanding of holiday. Nothing was open. Trains stations(!), all stores, all restaurants not connected to a hotel—everything. I wandered around town (yes, the same town, the same few ancient blocks, the same few ancient churches [also closed). One might say this was simply poor planning on my part—at least, that is what I would say. I couldn’t even take a day trip anywhere; I had no way of buying a ticket. After lunch at the one kebab stand in town, I headed back to my room for a warm snuggle in my bed, and a few German-dubbed movies.
When all of a sudden, the phone rang…