good manners. Many a one may wonder at this point what I am talking here and what is it anyway. Well, the person is not even blame, for I venture to establish the claim that certain habits and traits are dead. Occasionally she still batting in the one or other rare Expemplar Homo sapiens, but it seems almost impossible to stop the mass Rochester Bern: Good manners are threatened with extinction.
I always keep one of these rare specimens, when I look at the other Sun The door no one can keep up, for old people rises in bus and train, no one, hardly anyone knows please and thank you in the right moment to use and much, much more no one knows. Too much of what belongs in any case long since past and are now dismissed as dull, old-fashioned and redundant. I do not know anyone who embraces his girlfriend or a lady, as she would say no more, with a hand kiss. Here the gesture is very romantic, I think. When you load an accompaniment to a restaurant and help her out and then also in the mantle, you will probably quickly dubbed as bourgeois. That was then and will never be again. This is especially me in the city life clear. As an outstanding example I've picked out the much-beloved German Railways. The lack of reliability, and flexibility allowed once fully outside, I direct your glance to the moment the train entrance. The scene is still the same: A platform full of people, first distributed fairly well. Now and then push them and push himself to an individual by that carves its way through the people waiting on the pavement, but that no longer even bother. In one often has enough excitement and swallows the anger. Then the announcement, the train enters each moment. You can feel the rising unrest in the mass, which is now along the white safety line line up begins. Then retracts the train. The train comes. Indeed. Harried, horny eyes. Everyone wants to get a good seat. The train stops at the doors to crowds of people gather here and the lack of manners come into play. Everything was previously in the area of new-fangled. The doors open. Looks even more brilliant, the vultures. You can see them at all. And you can feel it on the elbows, stick to one imaginable in all parts of the body and press on their hands and bodies, the press, squeeze push and no matter whom: young, old, strong and fragile - now is only one thing: you own and only to itself, as always really. Consideration is always old-fashioned and charity anyway, the last crap. I have been at least still taught that others should get off first, but even that seems so slow in the category of dead, forgotten, stupid, unnecessary and old-fashioned "to fall. Too bad. It seemed to me this idea to always be obvious. Like so many long forgotten. But I'm probably just stuffy. And I will remain stuffy, even if I only exception as the rule. In this sense, wake the senses and good night.
