|On the Autobahn, going the equivalent of 100 miles an hour,|
he passed a battered dirty white Citroen
and a series of slowly speeding Renaults.
We moved relentlessly on towards Munich.
There was snow on the banks of the highway,
_____and the dashboard webserver was receiving a
serial irc story.
In a room by herself, a woman sat in a wheelchair.
Her right arm dangled uselessly by her side.
In this almost empty room, she looked out the window -
waiting for a man whom everyone else knew
_____would never come.