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2020-10-17 23:16:05Gina came with the old express train at the lonely train station and, when the clouds of steam had cleared from the locomotive, she found that the sky behind it was at least as cloudy. Thick, heavy clouds darkened the sun and the rain, which was soon to drum on the cobblestones, was already noticeable in the air. She boldly grabbed her suitcase, went through the small station building and stepped out into the street.
The station was up on a hill on a shopping street with many small shops and below it the city expanded towards the harbor. Amazingly, there was hardly anyone on the streets at this early hour of the evening, so that Gina had to find her way to the harbor all by herself. No taxi offered to drive her the route, no friendly resident explained the way to her and even the cats and dogs hid from the impending storm.
Regardless of the gloomy mood, which was almost palpable at the moment, and her heavy suitcase, Gina was in a very good mood because of her new job. She looked curiously at her surroundings.
Many small cobblestone streets led them back and forth through the city, described daring curves right past old house walls and repeatedly changed their direction unexpectedly. So the only regret she felt at the moment was that she hadn't bought a city map before leaving. The whole place consisted almost entirely of low, old houses, farmsteads and, further to the harbor, many fishermen's cottages, which seemed to be huddled close together before the autumn storms.
Finally she arrived in front of the nine-armed octopus and looked up at the front of the house. Somewhat doubtful she looked at the dilapidated walls and seriously considered whether she should really set foot through this door.
The Gathof Zam Neurmigen Krakn was at the end of a bay. From the opposite side of the street, it looked directly over the harbor and the sea and fitted in perfectly with the row of fishermen's cottages. With the difference that it was considerably wider, and that with its slightly bent gable it looked almost a bit more neglected and run-down than the houses around it.
But one thing was noticeable: In contrast to all other buildings, the restaurants and bars of the place were invitingly lit. Laughter, music and loud voices poured out of them into the street and inevitably attracted Gina. And she would have given in to many of them if she hadn't had her new job in mind.
She took one last look at the wooden sign, squeaking softly in the wind, which showed the said nine-armed octopus with its strongly faded colors as he pulled a cog down, gripped her suitcase more tightly and crossed the street. She just hoped that this octopus would bring her more luck than the cog.
The wooden door, which was decorated with rough carvings, was surprisingly difficult to open and Gina had to pull hard to overcome this obstacle. She looked into a lower room, which was comfortably lit by a few lamps above the tables. A dark ceiling with heavy beams, old tin signs on the walls, scarred and dented copper pots and a crackling open fire created a cozy atmosphere.
Right next to the front door a jukebox was playing the last bars of Sylvia's mother and a young man in the oil-smeared clothes of a sailor was just making his choice for the next track. She conjured a bright smile on her face and entered.
Almost instantly the conversations at the crowded tables died away and all eyes turned to her. She nodded in a friendly and confident manner and walked straight to the counter. The sixpence that fell into the jukebox sounded like a bell in the sudden silence.
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