...when you could travel by the Munich branch of
Siberian public transport?
It was minus 18°C this morning at 7.00 as I was on my way to teach and there was a razor breeze which slit open my cheeks and froze the contents of my paranasal sinuses along with most of the frontal lobes of my brain.
Up there on the left you can see the u-bahn station, cold, depressing, concrete, functional... and turning to the right (below) the welcoming warmth of the open plan bus shelter and the 172 bus in cool blue and a pale pink stalag-style block in the background with a few lifeless trees to give you a last little psychological flash-freeze treatment.
It's days like this when sitting at home in bed translating seem so very appealing...