A little place lay near the limit. Speaking about it so inconspicuously as if it would never be worthwhile in the normal life.
Simple people lived here with an income which just suffices to survive. Ones of special luxury could not afford these people.
And but the place of a certain beauty which stands alone was. The houses were not so simply painted cleanly like in other places and towns. There they were lined-uply at each other as if one had drawn all house edges with a ruler. The house façades were.
Here in this street the houses were not all in a row. One stood rather far in front while another one was further moved back. All the façades were differently also arranged. There were shutters with an ample ornamentation there simple and simple and in turn only window shades which looked quite different in color hung on some windows. It gave ice blue painted with yellow shutters, and which one which was painted whitely with green shutters in a simple one.
Everyone had only one thing in common: Flowers grew up the windows from boxes everywhere. The planting turned out different also here. One saw exactly that everybody had another taste. The one seemed the different one to red too dear one to geraniums, lasting had yellow tulips or really red roses planted themselves.
Every house was decorated in the one or other way. Everybody had just the same a style of his own in his garden: Mediate, a well-tended lawn strewed with flower edging and with flowers and bushes in all sorts of colors. The garden fences were also an eye-catcher for themselves. Rustic fences stood besides there iron fence much decorated, forges. One could not only the usual wire-netting fence find this one here as he is so often usual because he does not make work for one.
I could be thinking of enjoying my old age here well. I saw myself sitting in the frontyard on a swing hammock to watch the hustle and bustle of the flat mates. Yes, I could imagine it so.
One could not see himself replete enough at
these houses at which the ivy upward stretched at some up to the gable. The entrances at the gardens also were overgrown partly with plants.
The designs were kept so harmonious so that they instilled confidence. But it was not only the confidence but one had the feeling to feel here tremendously comfortable, or said like at mothers home differently.
I came by stupid chance through this place here one day and since it already got slowly vague, I decided to stay here.
I quite read a signpost at the end of the place: There was to rent out rooms.
I stopped and went to this house.
I took the three steps to the porch with a sentence, strode to the door and opened these. A creaking quietly showed me that one handled here oil very thriftily. I closed the door behind myself and approached the bar which was in this big vestibule.
The room was kept very simple. It did not radiate any particular luxury. But little tables were built, around these simple armchairs, however, which seemed comfortable stood. There was no disorder as one knows it out of many hotels, by newspapers lying on the tables or really other things. Everything was cleanly blithe here and each of these tables even an ostrich adorned flowers.
A bell which I timidly pressed down stood on the bar. A ringing gently resounded nevertheless loudly enough that one must have heard it certainly in the whole house.
An older woman did not last it long and appeared it, the appearance reminded me of my grandmother. She got out of a Zimmer further located behind.
Your neat gray hair was teat chock-a-block to one up. Your shape seemed stout and a little corpulent. The features showed that many years have already passed at it. And but the trains seemed that way as if she had seen only the good pages of the life.
She so looked very kind and also welcomed me so.
Asked you for my request and I answered her that I would need a room for a night.
In her kind way she handed me the certificate of registration which I immediately filled out. She then gave me a room key and still explained to me where I found the room.
I followed, fetched my suitcase and immediately went with this onto my room to my car after outside once. Arrived there above I switched the suitcase over to the bed and looked around this room which is simple but fitted out comfortably. The bed which was covered up with a flowered bedspread stood just next to the door. A bedside table on which a little lamp and a small bunch of flowers stood was besides it. On the opposite side I saw a chest of drawers wardrobe in an older rural style a just as more arranged builtly and besides this. I still found in the back corner a little table with two armchairs as I had already seen them in the lobby below. There was a window between the cupboard and the little table which released a good panorama on the little place.
The place looked impressive also from here. It really was not very big. Perhaps there were twenty or thirty houses but each of these houses was painted lovely.
The longer I had a look at this place this exaggerated kindness, this beauty, a feeling even more seized me that the place only was played. I could not even say why this feeling seized me.
The saying came me „on the outside beautiful and inside ugly“ in the meaning. But I hoped secretly that it should not be that way in this place. The kindness of the woman only was and the beauty played a façade. No, this could not be. Why also made one such effort to take everything to a harmonious harmony on the one hand and to play a horrible destiny on the other side?
Was here everything like it should be. Honest and the cosy atmosphere were really the kindness.
I could not have my look by this place. It was like a compulsion to look at these houses.
I shook the head, around think to organize
thoughts again and left this room to go out to eat something.
To this I got on the way to look for an inn or restaurant.
While I was running through the place so always more fascinated me these beautiful and ample decorated houses. The look inevitably was on the houses drawn. What fascinated me at these houses so much that I could not let the look off?
People who welcomed me smiling looked from some windows out. These people showed themselves so kind and courteous, that it seemed weird slowly. This kindness was highly unusual.
I saw a signpost with the label restaurant on the opposite side.
I turned my steps there and entered this cleaner one, properly blithe room.
Several tables beautifully printed tablecloths lay on stood there and a beautiful bouquet of flowers decorated every table with all sorts of flowers
again.
I inevitably thought of my home as if my mother here were. She also had to put the habit, beautiful tablecloths on the table and to put a bouquet of flowers on this. Every day was, new flowers put, the flowers could so that one never gained the impression be a little older.
To this day, I have never got clear why she made this, because we seldom got a visit. And but she always thought somebody could come, it always therefore had to be immaculate.
I had the same impression here. One had prepared himself for eventualities. Well, these people here were right, because I was there and wanted to eat something.
I took a seat at the table nearby the window and looked into the menu which lay on this table.
An older lady very modern and occupied coloredly entered the room and came directly toward me.
Also she seemed older, teat carried one on her
head and the folds in her face showed the last years.
It smiled it wants so that one gained the impression to exaggerate with all force, lasting. It welcomed me friendly and politely and asked for my request. I ordered myself a mineral water and asked it what it could recommend for a meal today.
She still smiled incessantly, it was really already no longer pleasant. This exaggerated kindness somehow got slowly on my nerves.
It recommended me the fish which I ordered then agreing from it.
I took a cigarette from my bag and switched these on for myself. My view wandered to outside again. I saw two older ladies there who straight ran in the direction of the restaurant. You entered the room, sat down to one of the tables and to be more precise so that they had me in the field of vision.
More and more women streamed in.
Everyone was weird in their way at once, directly. All of you carried their gray hair teat and the furrowed faces showed the many years of their life to one. Everyone had somehow the same appearance. Was this chance?
There was looking only not same with them but also her curiosity, though.
I at least assumed that they all of them were curious, who was this new guest here. Guests apparently only seldom went astray here.
I could not explain their curiosity to me differently.
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