This is material that I have cut from my memoir in progress, Six Years in Slovenia.
11 December 2009
Brestanica train station.
A scowling woman with Kool-Aid hair sits outside. I didn’t greet her because she looks so mean. I step inside, mystery girl is there. I greet her, she says “dan” back to me, her voice is a half-congested gurgle plus she doesn’t seem all that keen, or maybe it’s just my imagination. Nevertheless I am sitting outside, it is cloudy but bright, not raining but grey steel sky to the southwest – might mean rain, so I brought an umbrella – I walked fast; 15 minutes to spare before train.
So now I wonder why she sounded reluctant and why she didn’t smile as brightly as before – Maybe I’m just being oversensitive, but then if I don’t trust my intuition, I might miss out on some subtle message. Birds are having casual irregular conversations in the trees; now the train is coming.
Mystery girl comes out of the waiting room, chats to the evil looking woman outside, their incomprehensible words are like the birds chirping – then she crosses the track to platform 2. I follow, keeping my distance because we are waiting for the same train.
The cleaning lady comes also, a little later. I greet her and she greets me back in a friendly way but we do not chat; but she walks down to mystery girl and there is a flurry of chatter between them. Cleaning lady asks mystery girl something to which she answers “Na vem” – I don’t know.