Samstag, 13.56 Uhr, ICE zwischen Berlin und Hamburg
Mit David Young im Zug unterwegs nach Hamburg - die anderen kommen mit dem Auto nach - um bei "Inas Nacht" im "Schellfischposten" in Hamburg-Altona zwei Lieder zu spielen und dazu Bier zu trinken. In der Nähe von Ludwigslust bricht David Young das Schweigen.
David Young: Are you still blogging away, Sven?
Sven: Yes. Like there's no tomorrow.
DY: Stark!
Sven: Yes.
Pause. Dann:
David Young: I'm a foreigner in this country just like the Austrians would be if they ever came.
Sven: Which they don't do.
DY: Bitter. For them. (zeigt aus dem Fenster) This is a beautiful landscape.
Sven: Auf jeden!
DY: The sky is great, too!
Sven: Right-ho!
DY: Bit flat maybe.
Sven: Tiny notch.
DY: But the flatness of the landscape gives the clouds a strong effect.
Sven: Definitely.
DY: It's a landscape that reminds me of a quiet, stunned audience listening to a long, weary sermon held by an alkoholic priest in a little church in Devon.
Sven: I will tell them. They will like that.
DY: Tell them we are sorry for Waterloo.
Sven: But that was not against them, that was against the French.
DY: I know!
Norddeutsche Tiefebene bei Ludwigslust: The flatness of the landscape gives the clouds a strong effect.