29/01/2013
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I sit at Hütteldorf station waiting for a train to spirit me to my next destination that happens to be in the 14th district of Vienna. I sip tea from a flask relishing its goodness and the nourishment of its stimulating contents. I have in my pocket a bag of rubber bands 'Gummringe'. I set about lapping them round several bundles of my flashcards. Most have been snapped and knotted until they were little more than a knotted length of band ; useless and worthless.
Rubberbands here come in a variety of colours and while aesthetically pleasing to the eye, they don't quite match our bands for quality and durability.
As I ponder these thoughts my train rolls into the station, I board it and carry on.
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