Harry Potter: Last night, I sat in the city train, coming from some errands in one part of town where I had bought 4 rolls of paper for the kitchen plus a package of 300 [30 x 10] paper handkerchiefs, at ALDI's, which is the cheapest for that, but very good quality, and heading for the station following mine, to buy 2 bottles of the cheapest but again best quality organic unpasteurized apple vinegar at BUDNI's. Both had run out of organic magic wands! :-) I sat across from an extremely handsome and well dressed and groomed man of maybe 35. I had chosen my seat on purpose. He, that adult like you*), was reading a thick volume, the German translation of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire". As I was watching (admiring) and scrutinizing him [what the hell of a person is he? a teacher maybe, with that kind of elegant leather bag he was sporting? would be an excuse for reading such literature! even university professors seem to be addicted to that modern scientific reality escaping magic... ;-)], he from time to time looked back, as he must have noticed (some people feel without seeing when they are being watched, others don't; I prefer the sensitive kind, those with antennas; has a lot to do with what kind of food they take in), but it was difficult to guess what he was thinking. He seemed though to not overly fall for the fantasy of the book, keeping some "connivance" or even appreciation for reality. At my station he packed the book into his bag and got up in a hurry and looking at me with a slightly enigmatic smile uttered one and a half sentences I didn't clearly get acoustically, but I seemed to hear something like he was wishing me a nice Friday evening (something very unusual around here ~~ I do things like that occasionally!). As I hadn't clearly understood him, or I certainly would have said something adequate, I remained silent, just smiled back to indicate that I appreciated or didn't mind. He jumped out and ran quickly towards the escalator, the one at the exit opposite to the one I normally use. I could have stepped off also to ask him to repeat his words, but, age helping, I was too lazy. Unfortunately I did not dispose of the magic wand required in such a situation where distance is involved. He should have come closer. :-)I have somehow the feeling that we may have met before in a similar situation and I had watched him already then.
It was 6:39 PM. Maybe next Friday same place same hour?
I might definitely become a Harry Potter fan!!! But I am used to not read what everyone reads (ditto for films and many other things).
Hamburg (Germany), Friday, 18 November
*) I'm taking these lines from my longer message to Prof. Ken Schoolland, who had just picked up his daughter Kenli from the movie theater, where the latest Harry Potter release was shown; he had been unable to see it also: he had sacrificed his ticket, as one unexpected girl came and needed the extra ticket.
