Neuperlach Süd

He had just returned from Marienplatz from a day well spent with friends and colleagues. While coming back he was already planning to go again that evening at the same place; this time alone and with no shopping bags. He was prone to these tentative escapades in new environments, seemingly poorly planned and without any definite agenda.

So, when they reached their hotel, he told his colleague-friend, that he won't be able to join him today for pizza dinner at the shop next to the hotel as he wanted to go visit the the city again.

"Now?!" He took the colleauge by surprise, who didn't know him well enough. So, instead of  convincing him passionately in couple of sentences with his disarming smile, he gulped that bit of awkwardness, right there by replying a cold but sensitive "Yes, I will be back soon".

It was a late November evening, which was rapidly turning cold and dark. Chilling winds from the Alps and screeching fall leaves at their mercy were ruling the streets of south Munich. Either it is an empty city or most people are already at home, he wondered as he walked.

He arrived at the Neuperlach Süd train station. He had no phone connectivity and he was on his memory, the map and good grace of English speaking people.

There was no wait at the station. The Deutche Bahn for the city arrived soon, with two headlights on engine car piearcing the darkness of the elevated station enclosure. The sky outside the station was slightly more bright and colorful.

Before he knew, he was inside the train car with brushed metal and woody interior that looked pleasingly foreign to him. The standing area had a lot of people forming what he called a "comfortable rush". People were mostly dressed in formals, in pristine black overalls. There were overcoats, furcoats and hats; lots of leather too in various shades of brown, coffee and chocolate. In front of him, there was a flood of beautiful and big eyes; hazel eyes, brown eyes and greyish blue eyes. For few moments, he stared right into the stillness of those eyes. And the hair. Golden blond hair, whitish blond hair, mixture of blond and dark hair, thin, straight and sliding hair, dark black maskara on eyelashes, etc, etc. Everything was so new, so fresh and so foreign, except that thrust of the train as it started leaving the platform.