In Sistiana

Im November 2025 verbringe ich einige Tage in Triest, von wo aus ich
auch Muggia und Sistiana besuche, zwei Orte, die nicht weit von der Stadt
liegen. Die Fahrt nach Muggia sollte angeblich 20 Minuten dauern, es waren dann
vierzig (mit dem Bus), die Fahrt nach Sistiana dauerte genau die angegebenen zwanzig
Minuten (mit dem Zug).

Von Sistiana geblieben ist mir der steinige Strand sowie eine Unterhaltung mit dem Betreiber des Bahnhofrestaurants, der mir sein Leid klagte. Er komme sich vor wie ein Gefangener, seit er vor drei Monaten das Restaurant übernommen habe. Er sehne sich nach seinem Leben als Fischer zurück, das er siebzehn Jahre lang geführt habe.

Das Bild habe ich nahe beim Strand aufgenommen.

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