It was early. Very early. Or late.. Dieter's watch told him 04:00, and already the warehouses in Ingeln were bustling with life. He reversed the Maersk trailer towards the gate. Only two stops this morning; the airport and Weneer. Fair enough. Then he could take the A-1 and the A-21 to save some time, as long as he got started before the morning commute in Victoria..
The forklift driver loaded the trailer with professional precision. Dieter was amazed. To manoeuvre a semi in between the containers at the seaport in Weneer was a piece of cake to him, but he had never understood how the truck drivers managed to load the trailer that quick and perfect. After a relatively short while, Dieter headed for the B-11.
He headed for the Ingeln motorway entrance. The B-11 was definately the fastest alternative. Luckily most of the cars surrounding him seemed to head for Kempler.
Dieter had been driving goods under contract with Maersk for 5 years now. He was quite happy with it. As a child, he could sit by the kitchen window in his childhood home for ages, just watching the trucks drive by. Sure, the work hours could be quite heavy, especially getting up to drive at 4 o'clock in the morning.. Still he loved it. The sound. The feel. The chance to be left alone for a couple of hours.
Soon he entered Hansmarkt. The lights from the distribution centres lit up the area around the A-1 entrance.
The A-1 was desolate, and Dieter stamped on the gas. The engine roared beautifully, as the semi-trailer slowly accelerated onto the motorway.
Driving through Victoria this morning was a charm, and shortly Dieter arrived at Aaden Kreutz. At rush hour this junction could be a living nightmare, but it was still too early for most people. Dieter slowed down and chose the right lane leading to the A-21, heading for Weneer and Marienhof.
The intercom started to squeek. It was Dispatch.
- When you're at the airport, a woman's voice said, they've got something for you to take with you to Weneer.
- Copy that, Dieter answered.
Dieter drove straight through Weneer Kreutz and chose to "Continue to follow the A-21", as the woman on his GPS would have told him, had he used it.
At the Marienhof Goods Terminal, he could see the Maersk plane from his loading bay. He loved seeing the Maersk logo on the plane. And on his trailer. And the warehouse buildings. And the ships. Dieter had always been a lojal employee, proud to work for this company, and just the sight of the logo made him smile with satisfaction.
Just as back in Ingeln, the forklift drivers worked in an extremely high pace, like ants around him, and soon he was ready for his last stop; Weneer.
Weneer was as impressive as it always was. Arriving at the seaport's goods terminal when it was still dark had always been one of Dieter's favourites. The cranes, the containers, the large ships and all the lights.. It was truly an amazing sight!
Even though it was barely 6 AM, Dieter had never felt more awake. And alive.
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