twentyrth morning notes

cat thin could eat a whole tin,
its hunger knows no bounds.
at  seven on the last morning of thirteen,
it has no respect and makes awful sounds.

back to bed and cover the head,
hear the wife get up at nine,
wish her good morning from under the duvet
she said seconds ago I was snoring just fine.

Get up and look at yesterdays work
Sititng room see son looking at films
of sheep and farmers and similar thing

make coffee
work clothes
wash
no office today

twentyth morning notes

sleep on couch for want of peace.
too short, that thirties sofa.
wake at eight, cat delighted.
this is her show now.
Mi a, Mu you, Mi Mi mau.
could you understand that?
food feed -  tin now empty.

clean up the kitchen.
things lie around.
spices in the spice shelf.
Grind coffee, wash and fill the Bialetti.
Coffe gone to its maker.
Gas on, flames of hell.
clean up more of the kitchen
wipe the worktop
floor dirty.

Mi a!
maybe bavarian.
would make sense.
Feed the cat some more.
One of those little foil tins.
The son bought them as christmas present for the cat.
finish cleaning
coffee mug
blog
Nine oh one

Sunday satis est, silent!

late to bed, slept like felled timber,

early to rise, return from bathroom,

enter the cat, howls of starvation,

bed is warm, pet the cat instead.

the cat purrs but she is not happy.

stop patting , immediate complaint.

go to kitchen and find the cats tin.

fill the cats bowl, it put its face in.

Return to bedroom, lie in warmth.

listen to cat, it is noisy again.

listen to son rise, sounds of tins.

shall not comment on actor cat.

take tablet, drink water, get up.

in his room see him set up next.

another older system, steve jobs.

go to computer ,write this blog.
son comes and hugs, good morning.
cat on heater, silent satis est.

last saturday 2013

dim and slow rise,
light outside sixish,
cat inside noisy
panic quick move
cat call of nature?
cat out
cat indignant
misunderstood
feed the animal.
Special treat christmas food.
no great noise while eating
back to sleep.
caterwaul soon after.
son up.
feeds cat again
clever animal.
listen to wife and bialetti.
listen to gas
listen to bialetti.
get up, take coffee
saturday.
No work for another eight days.
supercool

twentythird morning notes

up at five tooraloo
sons alarm awakes at seven.
collect piana day today.
That is the third piano,

coffee bialetti.
cheap coffee vile
blend of waste.
waste of money
so much for that.

get car
remove seat
transport vehicle

leave town for stuttgart.

twentythrd morning notes

wakefulness perforated by sleep or vice versa.
hard to tell.
cat at half past six
throw the animal out
goes downstairs
back minutes later.
Feed.
Go back to bed
headache
cold infection
feel hot
up again at nine.
son awake
playing again
second day of christmas

son makes a screenshot of his computer.
Digital camera.

twentytrd morning notes

up early up at seven,
christmas day,
first christmas holiday,
wake, leave bed, do de usual.

prime the coffee maker
gas on.
Feed the cat.
Son sits viewing last nights presents.
Feed the cat again.
food for felines on demand!
two thousand and thirteen Christmas day.
Let the cat out.
Cat goes downstairs
Christmas day at home is what christmas eve here,
for children.
watch the video.
from the stairwell howls of cat.
Let the cat in
converse

twentyrd morning notes

all night fits and starts and disturbances and whatsit.
bad sleep and blanket missing

cat howls
son feeds cat
cat howls more
son lets cat out


go to sleep at normal rising time
rising nine forty
coffee grinder on
Coffe grinder grinds then howls
empty
open new coffeee
fill coffee grinder again
fill Bialetti turn gas on
go to warm bed

listen to brillie clock clack clack,
every thirtieth second.
mother clock sounding for its children

bialetti burbles
coffee made
coffee for wife
coffee for self
cat howls
let it in
cat howls
more food
cat eats
Drink and blog
cat howls
let it into sitting room
cat goes to heater
jumps on
and sleeps

what a life!

twentyd morning notes

hack reach peep grope,
no beep no more
no work, may sleep on,
wife's contumely justified.

nine thirty wake and go
dress in old clothes, why not.
Get the coffee made for me.
Big Bialetti, and son preparing

for his day at rehearsal and concert tomorrow.

daysun

woke in the night of dreams forgotten now,
admire the plaster cieling of the room grey today,
smell at the bed scent of some smell of yesterday,
hear sound of felix domestica – dissatisificata.

take pill from plastic foil holder last of ten,
swallow water from bottle bottle now empty
open box of tablets two ten foils more there,
doctor secure in services – his secure trade.

cat claims feeding so get up in order to feed,
cats nose seems to wrinkle, food disgusting,
feline degustation irrelevant, to bed and sleep,
cat howls mezzo soprano–wife groans and rises.

Cat is silent, on the heater and warming,
stand up from bed and get dressed,
Clear the kitchen and set up coffee maker
prepare for the days disruption of all plans.

prenavidal saturday

wake listen
outside bright
slept right.

lie and ponder
cat makes fuss
talk to cat
cat shuts up?

Nothing to say today
wife gets up
makes coffee

luxury

Saturday

twentysecond morning notes

20.12.13

sleep deep, wake hard.

switched the alarm off wrong, it rang again. 

Prazisionspendeluhr ticking on the wall running for weeks now

Hear St Martins, one ring, timego, timewent

The door to the flat squeaks. 

Dressed up and ready. heave the houses Zero Cat today.The footsteps on the steps clatter.

.The doorkeys rattle. It is dry and cold and the church has a waning moon over its tower. The lights in the church are on and it is all very pretty. One delivery truck, and a slow cyclist at the corner. Bus stop, see the smoking shoplady with a grey woolly hat. Well wrapped and smoking.

Bus arrives

Gutenmorge. 

"moyn"

eine court srecke bitay.

"tsen sent v licht?"

nur swanz ich

the rattle of the drivers change machine giving change

"bitshon"

donkey

find seat and keep on blogging

Bus driver gives change. He likes to listen to his radio. So it is on loud

"nachster Halt-Christuskirche", the recorded voice of a woman on the bus's loud speaker says.

At Christuskirche a noisy group of young people get on board. All going to the railway station

the rattle of the drivers change machine giving change
"kurts recke-shu lare, fu enfmal,  bitte"
"no fear"
"bitshon"
"ok"
"Dankeys hone, ne"
The change machine rattles again
 and they go to the back of the bus amid laughs and excitement.
they keep up their noise for the whole journey.
All four -odd minutes of it.
wiedersehen

at the station, on the way past the smokers square, greet the grey haired long haired smoker standing beyond the pale of the yellow line. 

More gen

"mo gen"

He is wearing his short sleeved shirt despite the cold. defiant.

Service at yormas is friendly today.

"mong"

goo ten more gen, I ne booderbrazen unt cafay, bi tay

"yup"

"zo dan mach ts swei oyro swanzig"

"bit shane"

donkey shane

Futterbrazen and coffee. Blog. That group at the table opposite. The black haired, maybe office,  girl takes a seat, drags it to the table with that group, and uses it to place her handbag on!

Time to go to the mass transport vehicle.  5: 58.

Leave yormas, hold the door for a man with bags and a coffee mug in his hand.

bi te

Down the steps, enter the underpass. Echos everywhere.

The front part of the train is already in the station, the rear part is fast approaching. 

Push the button on the door .

"bip bip bip bip "

door opens, enter

"bip bip bip bip "

The noise and shudder of the coupling shake the train almost immediately after boarding. Table seat free, sit. 

"iss danok fry?"

yop

Young girl in a beige anorak sits down opposite. 

Dour non speaking man with a black windbreaker sits down beside me and starts to read his newspaper,after doing his level best to make clear that he always sits here not there. Drink coffee. Sound of a zipper.The girl opposite is now visibly wearing a green pullover and is listening to music on her telephone's earplugs. And sleeping. The door beeps nerve-rackingly. Train announcements

Grüß Gott meine Damen und Herren. Wir begrüßen alle neu zugestiegene Fahrgäste im Donau-Isar-Express nach München. Wir wünschen Ihnen eine angenehme Fahrt.

The train seems more silent today, but it probably rattles and squeaks as much as ever

Sign says 6:14. And then six sixteen. The man beside me has picked up his paper and is holding it close to his nose trying to make out the small type. Moosburg is announced. 

Nächste Station Moosburg. bitte in Fahrtrichtung rechts aussteigen. Mans Voice

The trains motors slow and slow and slow.
Stop.

Doors beep again.

'At 6:20, the train leaves Mossbury, with its grey concrete and its sodium lamps. Across the aisle a boy and maybe his father are fooling about with a tablet computer. The boy may be ten years old, and is faster with the machine than his father. But the father has the authority and gets the computer. Then he takes out his mobile. Where would we be throat all these electronics. It is now 6:25.

6:26. Marzling appears to shoot past outside. More orange sodium lamps.

      

Nächste Station Freising. Es bestehen Umsteigemöglichkeiten zum öffentlichen Nahverkehr sowie zur S-Bahn. Bitte achten Sie auch auf Lautsprecheransagen und Fahrpläne im Bahnhof.

Then shortly later

Nächste Station Freising. Bitte in Fahrtrichtung rechts aussteigen.

Tarf ish mal bit-e?

man on the right appears astonished that he is asked to move

The eejit gets up and lets me out.

Train stops

 People on the platform do not seem to want to let anyone out at all.

Whirr as the door opens. Push

Down stairs

Raucous speaker speaks.
Hier Freising
Premium bavaricum accent, should be drunk and enjoying himself
Down the steps, people chatting and laughing on the way. Saying "links links"
obvously directions.
Es bon is there. Erkan and Stefan too. Talking really fast to avoid constipation.
"Sho shay ge?"
Train moves soon, the train is quite empty. The kids quieten down.
Nächste Halt Pulling. Bitte links aussteigen.
LED Christmas trees. The train is so empty that the boarders at Pulling cannot decide where to sit. Slow down for Neufahrn at 6:45...
Nächste Halt Neufahrn
The train commences to  enter the station.

get up and go forward.
Train couples fast, with only two starts and three stops, the doors open.
Flughafen Train starts on the other platform. Frustrating for those with planes to catch.
Fifty or suchlike yards down the platform, the length of the waiting first part of the train There is the roar of the little wheels of those trolley suitcases everywhere. Down the stairs, up the stairs.

The first bus to arrive is the garbing Garching bus. Walk across the station plaza and get in.
The bus waits to let the Neufahrn bus out first. Bus leaves. The same girls as yesterday, chatting, and consulting their telephones. Communications are hard work. The journey has takenone hour and thirty one minutes. so far.  The bus leaves Neufahrn.. There is no dawn visible today. There are fewer cars on the roads. It is Christmas Time, and this is the last workday for many untill next year. The two girls are now talking loudly. Lively today. Another girl on the back seat with a headscarf-and a gucci bag-she is from. turkey-
The blue man leaves the bus and we wish each other  Happy Christmas.

Frohe Weihnachten.
schene vine achten.
- Terminus.
Last off the bus
walk to work
Moped swerves off the road ahead and tears down the footpath at high speed. Jump to one side.
Bad smell of two stroke oil.
clock in
BITTE MELDEN!
whats wrong now
mogen
cleaning man

Two master fitters playing pool in the hall
goo moyn
"moyn"
"goo moyn"

Room 2055
lights on
recording off

 

twentysecon morning notes

19.12.2013.

Sound sleep again. Bed late, rise early. Wash and brush teeth. find clothes and shoes. Check the gear. The tablet, the water, and get a pen from the sitting room. Wake the cat without meaning to. Feed cat, check the time on the newly hung clock in the kitchen, get coat and leave. Go back to open the door for the cat. Cat howling. Wakes the wife. Walk through the old town, avoiding parked bicycles, and market stands selling various Christmas wares. New message at the stop advertising that the busses will drive on Christmas eve as if it was a sabbaturday, that is, as according to the Saturday timetable.

3 minutes, his comes. Pay fire. Driver darhhaired, thinning on top haired. 

        The bus takes) me to the STation, reading all his stops. Blog on the bus, arrrive at the station.

        Bitter brazen and coffee..

Building worker leaves early for train forgets her coffee. All of a tizzy and says hello.

        out to the platform,

        Train comes in

        Board train.
Second train couples up to this train very soon afterwards.

        Findseat, ask passenger whether the empty seat opposite is free. It is. The train gets ready to move out.

 Train moves out, it is six twelve by the station clock,

Listen to the ticketcollectors announcement. Short, meet, and not flowery.

The train is quite empty, many people must be on holiday. Drink my coffee and put the empty paper cup into the provided bin. Almost all of the men in the carriage are wearing blue jeans and sneakers... listen to the whirr of the wheels under the train, a high-pitched rumble. The occasional jolt and wobble  as the train passes over a junction in the tracks. 06:18, announcement for Musburg. Train slows, as the whistle of the motors make noises like a harmonic scale. Not as many people board here as usual, the train is underway quickly. A fair-haired girl with a white knitted hat sits opposite, blows her nose, and then installs her earphones after taking the hat off. Closes her eyes and leans back in her seat. She is wearing a grey coat with blue jeans, has a black handbag with gold buckles. By Stefanel. Blows her nose again. Suppresses sneezes. Man opposite in blue rainproof wind  jacket, black sporting, thermal-type, trousers and brown boots with laces and round toes. They are walking boots. There are really very many seats free this morning.

     Frysing is announced. The man in the blue rainproof puts away his papers, as the announcement comes again

        at Froising catch the Esban. Fewer people on the platform no crush.
        Meet white lady in the platform before the s-Ban comes in Board the star, she is in the best of humours, it is her last workday before Christmas.

        In Neiwfahm, change for bus. White lady wishes fuppy Christmas and a good slippage to the coming year.

  Bus comes into station, cross plaza and board..

[Bus passes REWE, bus fills. [Blond girl w/P lait, across aisle. Past the Tryp-hotel,  admire the early dawn to the left. The girl opposite is illuminating her face with her mobile phone. Th blond girl and her dark-haired friend are not using their mobile phones, but actually talking to each other directly. It must be because of Christmas.

        The bus reaches Detersham. Struggles through the village. Last Outpost the Esso station. Everything very smooth and fast today.

Past GE, girl opposite has fallen asleep.

 Leave B Il. There is snow upon the road.

        Wind at 1.8 m/s.'

[let the blue man out.

        Annow we have the Terminus.
Annowed?

[Room 2055 at 7.17AM 

twentyseco morning notes

think....
no work today...
alarm clock off.
restful warm snug
no stress now at all

think...
window lets light in
grey day out.
short winters day
must be very late

think...
look at the time
seven forty five
school begins at eight
sleptin like a lord

panic...
get up gogo
son in to togos
pullover nogo
put a coaton

Make lunch box
bread and butter.
.and sossidge
out the door

calm..
wife drives son to school,
they are in at five past eight
Great!!! now for the days errands

Day off work today day working well today.

twentysec morning notes

17.12.2013

Undeep sleep, awaken on the beep, turn it off, take a tablet swill it down, go to the bathroom, wash go back and dress and then find the things needed for the day at work. Cat howls, tin empty, find tin and feed decat. In the street, down the street, around the corner by the church. Meet that lanky black runner under the arch. There is a man cleaning up the bus stop, shelter. Not his job but he does it anyhow. Say "good morning" Pay the driver take my ticket say"good morning". 'At' the station people running around  in  all directions for no obvious reasons. At the cafe they are friendly today, but slow. go to table, not mine, but the one always used, Somebody else uses it too. Oh well. Blog. That somebody else goes away. People are going to the train. It is six. Tidy up the tables to go.the building worker arrives.. go to the platform number five. Board the train. 

6:10. The train seems all set up and ready to go.

6:12. It goes

        A man sleeping in his seat across the aisle with his face on the table, wearing a hooded sweatshirt. Woman opposite in some sort of high-class plastic jacket, and lace-adorned blouse. Down the aisle there is the building worker, with her compatriots. The train is restful today. The light for the toilet is blinking away to itself. Probably someone in there. Or the lock is broken. Or the light itself.

6:20, -

Moosburg, train fills.. All the seats are occupied.

        Silent rows of people sitting in the Munich train. Drinking and sleeping, coughing and clearing their throats. Not doing much else, almost everyone is asleep now

        Change for the local Eshan. No trouble. Downstairs, Upstairs. Let the white lady on first, she chooses a seat. All is on time, but she says it is not..

        The busses come into Neufahrn in waves with a steady, drift like movement... onto the  bus the

usual friendly African driver.

        Those young girls get on one stop later and talk for awhile, before engrossing themselves in their mobile phones. The bus has a heaving motion all the way through the small town, making a round like groaning upon accelerating whilst leaving every stop.

        Cross country driving, the dawn is visible in the east. It is daybreak in the Czeck Republic now. Not yet here.

Dieterstein Village. The bus inavigates the streets with some difficulty, as always.These streets  are narrow, there are many junctions.

        Untill it reaches the B11 road at the petrol station. S. 0. 

Open Country again. Reactor in the distance, past the GE Building, past the Metalworkers guild.

        Hermanns tower, like an illuminated U boot against the demon sky. Big and land- locked.

LRZ-and next stop is Garching forschungs Zentvum.

get out here. Last out of the bus. Most of the other passengers go straight to the underground railway. The reactor is steaming- away attempting to run all year, twenty four fours a day. The little post office, speedily built of two container covered with wooden laths is lovingly decorated for christmas.

        Enter way the department, clock in.

        2055. 

twentyse morning notes

long deep sleep, nobody knows why, who? Alarm ofF and dress, it is a weekday. Wash and room. and on. Search for change for the bus, but find none at all. Oh the pity of it. Hard cheese driver. Feed the cat, but it seems to have no interest in that particular food. Down the street, cold and damp. See the runner and the smoker under the gate. It is late.

Morgen, Morgen.

Bus comes, give change and go. 'At the station, very quiet. Is everyone suffering from cold or christmas? Yorma's uneventful, slow, surly .Sonm of the usual faces. Discussing washing machine Building worker is there, all going to work. Out to the train. Train in early. Not full. Find space opposite a heavily breathing man with a large stomach He is trying to fall asleep. Train moves out on time, slowly, gently accelerating. The led screen timetables show that it is now 06: 13 and that the train will be in Moosrburg at 6:21. All very precise,

The train actually makes it in at 6:20. Good going today The Moosburghers all sneak aboard. Slow and calm today. It is Monday.

The train rolls out at 6:21:45. 0mg! What is wrong today?

Everything is running according to plan. A young woman with many curls sits down opposite

and takes out her notebook and blows her nose in a white paper handkerchief.

6:25, train due in Fveising at 6:33. Doing well. This is got good preparation for a day of non- compliance,

Train rolling in on its concrete sleepers full of readers and sleepers .

Change at freising, find seat and joined by the white lady. She carefully remarks that everything is on time as the train pulls out.

- New train timetables are discussed. At Neufahrn charge for the bus. The bus is dead on time. It is like Switzerland..The african driver is friendly and sells me a ticket, even though it is the wrong stop. Ser down only! Dawn is visible from the bus as it rolls on towards Dietersheim

The reaktor is strongly backlit with that clear sky.

I wonder if it will snow soon.

check in

2055

regular Sunday

early bed, late rise

wälth and wüsdom I despise...

childrens moral ear worm rhymes, 

Affect your feelings for all times.

   one for sorrow 

   two for joy

   three for a girl

   four for a boy

   Five for silver

   Six for gold

   And seven for a story that has never been told

Magpies

Would it do for crows too?

Late riser sunday

Sunday dumbday

SATURDAY AFTER BLACK FRIDAY

up at five.
feed cat
back to bed

up at nine
make coffee
drink

the son reads
on the mac
about little mac se

happy as can be

twentyfirst morning notes

bad night
bad bad night
wake at four
wake at quarter to five
feed feline
feline feeds
slobber
back to bed for a little rest
cat, cat howl,  cat hungry.
show cat its food.
cat eat again
strange animal.
Senile?

back to room switch off the clock
unpeel pyjamas
put da day clothes on
doodlieday
tabl intus water down

Wife tells me where the blue machine is
get out of the house ,
after martin's two ringings.

find car get in
police car speeds past
drive
past christmas market
past little church
through the tunnel
B 11
Motorway
Spanish music on the radio

6:00 past Freising
News on the radio
Friday 13 December
6.10 in Garching
Clock in
Car is fast and tiring
Train is not in Moosburg yet.
Train is still in Landshut.
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twentyfirs morning notes

12.12.13

        up late, alarm off, self inflicted delay. Thursday. Five eighteen. Hurry, get a red shirt, yesterdays trousers, Bathroom, loo, and hurried wash. Find jacket. Cathowll.Ignore it, in a hurry. Out through the now silent door, Key rattles. cyclists. good morning lady walking up the street ahead. Late. She has her bags with her. 4 minutes till the bus arrives,

        Railway, station plaza deserted. Yorma girl says "Magen". makes me think! She gives the change and forgets the coffee in the process.

       That group opposite. A friendly, shiny freed man, not big, in working clothes. A woman of compact build, who may be fifty five. A cheery robust man. The young builder, always in good humour. They all take the some train, except for the first mentioned see there, or more of them almost every day.

        Six thirteen the train is under way. A loud group of men ahead, talking football and drinking beer. At this hour! They are lively and awake, noisy. Everyone else is dozing. Ticket collector shows, works, and goes.

        Moosburg 6:22AM. Football crowd louder. Man soaked in deodorant sits opposite and reads paper.

        Underway again 6:24. Football crowd talks Christmas party, for a charge.

        change for Esban. 'White lady talks about the bad state of the railways. Esban is late leaving, stupid excuses on the speakers. At Neufahrn, and all these who need the first bus, run down the platform, like rabbits before a fox.

        They just get their bus. Barely.

        'Bus to Garling is three minutes later. A rough driver, he gives the whole journey the air of a car rally. Brakes hard, and swerves all over the roads . The pretty fair haired girls that's there every day, looks a tittle tired. No smiles today, just listens to her earplugs..

Hermie says that the wind is going at-1.9 m/s. The blue runner leaves the bus at the lrz

Everything with christmas lights, even that reactor.

2055

twentyfir morning notes

11.12.13
The dream tries to hide the sound of the alarm, tries to make it something else.
Sound sleep
Wife up, and off to bed again
todaloo, wash and go,
clothes, black shirt today,
shoes on and feed cat

Cat food  there-
left overs in place
Cat will not eat
Get fork
Stir food
return to cat
cat eats
.Strange.

Wait five
leave
lock door
all the little shops in the street
lit up, and pretty

Smoker woman passes in her cloud, white woolly hat.
Good morning sneaks up on me.
schock.
Yarmos fast friendly and efficient.
unYorma.
in Yorma a bus driver changes a fifty for a roll
of coins.
Happy.

The builder in again,
happily hung over.
Out to the train late
the train is already there.
Find a seat.
This train has no tables.

Neither is it as full as usual
Girl with orange mock canvas basketballboots
black stockings blach shorts orange pullover
blond hair short at the sides, black glasses.
Studying her telephone and stroking it fondly.
Beside her a heavy girl in a mauve pullover.

unusual train is dead on time.

the tidiness of everything and everybody!

Moosburgers, boarding the train at a run,
ready to kill for seats.
People sit beside each other day for day with nothing to say to one another.
Some sleep sitting.

Earwhistle back. Ear hissy tissy. Ear hussy.
Tinnituss is her name. Gone in the early morning, back now.

Landscape populated with illuminated christmas trees.
A glowing conifer to celebrate a birth in Israel.
two thousand odd years ago.

Freising, out, struggle,
Esban and white lady.
Esban stops underway, and
White lady irate.

White lady misses her bus
that other bus is late

Temperature three poin nine plus at Hermie's tower.

Room two zero five five

twentyfi morning notes

Beep four times, and it has the regularity of a pop song on a pop radio station in the sixties.
Lite light on , snooze ten minutes and go get the happy pill and the wasserschluck to keep it down.
Loo. Wash. Shave. Comb.
Get clothes together.
Nocat.
Hush.
All done at five twenty four.
Sit in the hallway and wait.
Martins bells.
Toll twice.
Out, squeakfree lock mechanism now.
Down street.
Wet underfoot.
Dark.
Through town gate.
cyclist.
idiot thinks he is the only one out at this hour.
near collision.
His schocked face is well worth it all.
Six minutes early.Wait.
Insufficient coins. 2Sense short.
so what.
Bus
railway station – out at the middle door
One smoker in the square, one on the steps.
The law abiding smoker will get really wet.
Three behind the counter. Y's confusion greater than yesterday.
Blog & Eat.
Train late about five. Train actually late at least five.
No seats.
Free seat with four young women, all with fashionable heavy duty spectacles.
Notebooks say they are medical students.
Unfriendly, Aloof, Ignorant and Silent.
Train leaves ten minutes late
The men across the aisle talk technology and shop. And trains.
What else would THEY talk about anyway?
The medical students are now all consulting their telephones.
Occasionally stroke them reverently.

Meet the white lady in Freising
Bitter contumely on account of the delays.

Wait for quarter of an hour for Esban to follow Alex.
Esban is slow, slow in every way.

The bus is there a bus too late.
Writeblog.
Cold grey sunrise to the right.
Dietersheim, bus fills
Heavy traffic on the bee eleven trunk road.
Pass the presidents tower. 87% humidity, wind eight tenths of a meter per second.
Very interesting.
Bus empties.
Room 2055

twentyf morning notes

bad sleep, bad at the core of its sketchy existence. Ten past five all the usual, monday clothing. Wife awakens and reminds of work. Thank you. clothed and shoes. Cat comes in panicstriken. Appears to fly, can't be, cats do not have wings. Black cord day today with the white shirt.

Downstairs. Door now oiled, lock tightened .Silent. Desqueaked. Functions. One hundred yards through the old sleeping town. The whitehaired smoker passes, leaving a cloud. Guten morgen .

The early morning lady is there.

Now those busdriven one point seven kilometres to the station. Wishing the man with the ponytail and the big grin smoking defiantly outside the smokers square good morning too. Yorma's, one girl deals with everyone quickly. Some make it work. Get a leftover Nicolaus from Friday. 

Fake Omega not keeping time. Stupid Fake. So much for that.

Train in, find seat. Silence in the train, nobody talking today. Good for a change, every squeak and clatter of the machinery is clearly to be heard. Moosburg, suddenly the train fills with seat-searchers . Paperreaders. Earphonedisentanglers. Telephone scrutinizers. Rolls on past Langenbach, past Marzling towards Freising. The local train with the white lady will be there, she speaking maybe of the latest delays in the train services.

Tin Tuss is back, and she is whistling and hissing to herself. Here's in the hope of an early departure. But for now she is a steady hiss in the right of the cerebral hemisphere. Train rolls into the station.  Says the usual recorded announcement. Twice.

Surprise.

No white lady today. Local Esban dead on time.

This is disorientating.

"pulling get out on the right please"

There is so much free space today, are people on holidays?  Women speak of their nights nonevents well punctuated with OMG'S and suchlike.

"Neufahrn, leave on the left"

the train rolls in slowly to fuse with the train from the airport. Slowly, a a bit faster, then brake hard and BANG. Coupled, door open.

Out.

Bus.

Buy weeks ticket.

Give the driver the Nicholas.

Read.

Garching

Room 2055

Sunday sonday

wakewide earlywise catgrunt loofirst

catstroke tinopen feedcat findcoffee

coffeedrink sundaythink cathowling

cathungry catstroke catmore catfood

catnotfat strange catmostthin fact.

sundown sonup hug and staregame

greyday martins quarterbell eightplus.
cold drink cofferest make day.
bialetti espresso prose, ack another day

sa sa sa sasa

grey morning grey day grey.
up tooraloo feedacat.
Son comes to room to cuddle
eat slice of bread, make coffee
sa lazy day, tired, zolpe
how else to sleep so soundly?

twentieth morning notes

6.12.2013
Broken sleep
rise on the beep
Take the tablet with a sluck of water
to da loo
Back
White Shirt
Black underpants
Red shoelaces with blue suede shoes
Anorak

Stormy day, look out see the stars
Street is windy
The gluey gleeful wine huts are shaking
Seven minutes early
good morning
driver has no change,
get change from passenger.
Ok.
two tens
add some coins
the driver can do it now
Railway station

Smoking square is like the middle aged stocks, pranger the smokers. Three smokers there.
Get a good morning from the man with the hair.
But er ye brazen and that coffee.
girl gives me a santa claws. Sweet. It is st nicks day.
The glass door to the bistro is locked, go around the back. Maybe on account of that wind.
Blog and eat the breakfast prezel. strange machine oil taste off of it. Need to keep the eye on that.

The train is quarter of an hour late. Due to snow and wind. Train comes in fifteen late. Step forward, door opens. Cool. Non sotto announcement that the train is late on account of the storm, not allowing speeds over 80 kilometres an hour to minimize the risk of fallen trees causing injury. It rolls along steadily, seems not much slower than usual. Not full today at all.

Moose town. Platform not as full as during the last few days, but full enough to fill the train. Choking smell of perfume . Emanates from the new arrival to the right. Maybe a fabric softener or some other agent, who knows?

6.45! Fry Sing, Lights from Meckys,freezing freising boarders will not let out the disembarkers in their hurry to embark . Down the stairs,  up the stairs and straight into the waiting train. Warm. Blog.
Empty? Almost. Storm upsets everything and everybody.

Esban waits till Alex von Prag is through
No white lady today,
Neufahrn, move forward in the train. Train couples quickly and neatly. Great. Along platform, down and out of the station. Meet the librarian waiting for the bus. Good. Chat all the way to garching

2055, the brown door with the red note saying
Urlaub ab 23.12.2013 bis 3.1.2014.
look forward

twentiet morning notes

05.12.2013
Sameas Everyday. Sameasany Wikde. Mechanical awakening, radio alarm, get the things together. Intake prescription with water, keeps da head in order. Cat is too tired to want feeding. Too bad. At the busstop before there is any greater realization of having moved. The white haired smoking stumpy shopwoman steams past. Six minutes wait, six minutes waste. Guten Morgen Guten Morgen. Bus. Driver gives one euro change. Sleep motion, blurmotion. Main station,yellow square, door. Yormaquick. Butterbrazen Belog with coffee. Building worker, the pretty one, is there again all wound up and angry again. She goes on and on with her friends. Nobody looks well today. All out to railway platform at six.
Follow.
Train punctual. Couples fast, no ado. There are not many people on board today. Jacket off. Miserable  German Railway Designer coathooks do not work well. Gabbling and yapping fellow passengers. Depressing technocratic males. Then the train just waits, waits, and waits. Loudspeaker says "Achtung" and makes a gulping sound. Something probably wrong.
Train in movement, relieving. The loudspeaker is so quiet that the sotto sottissime voce attendant can be hardly heard and not understood in the least.
Light blue velour seats with small dark blue regular squares in orderly rows thereon. In the sixties those would have been polka dots, but not being round they are not that. Most fellow passengers are consulting their telephones, Waiting for communication or communicating.
On the right.  Moosburgers home.
Halfway Mark as usual. People on the way to Munich shuffling alongside the carriage, boarding. Shuffling down the aisles searching for suitable seats. Black anoraks everywher, fashionable or cheap.
Next stop Freising
wait for the second announcement
Next stop Freising, please get out on the right.

Get up and go
The white lady has her suitcase with her today, on account of an office christmas party. She will not be going home after. Her employer must love her.

The bus driver is in a bad humour today and will not let anyone on board at his set down stop. Too bad, go over to the other side of the road. Self important baldy headed bollocks.
The sunrise is hidden behing the lousy weather today, all is dark wet and cold. The seats of the bus are covered with a carpet-like veloursy material with black depictions of transport machinery on them. Cyan patterns highlighting the black primitive drawings or making abstract patterns of their own. Some pink splotches as well. All drawn with a simple stroke, like a childs drawing  or a drawing from a book for children.
Two girls, young women across the aisle discussing the content of their telephones with great engagement and amusement. Life is regulated by these things today.

Stop.
Garching Forschungsreaktor.
Terminus. Let the other passengers out first. Dislike shuffling.

Walk through the desolate monstrous university buildings.

Clock in
Room 2055 is in possesion again.

twentie morning notes

4.12.2013

Sleep gone with the squeaky squalling digital clock. Five minutes later, post rising, it squeaks again. In halfsleep, wrong button, snooze. Bad beginning to the day. Feed cat. 5:twenty: finished with the bathroom. Shoes found, glasses found, cat may return to sitting room. So it is, so be it.

House left behind, remember nothing of the street, round the bend, down the road bakers truck and many bicyclettes. Eyes open, mind closed. Bus stop goodmorning lady, polite gutenmorgen. Busdriver in a hurry, leave the old town with its inane christmas decorations behind rapidly. Black haired girl in the front seat doing her long hair, brushing like fury, doing makeup.

At the station the smokers square deserted. 

Yorma ok today. They sense that the humour is rough. Listen to the others guten morgens. Goo Meng is not for sinologists. For Bayers, with a particular dumpling in the back of their throats. Different people talk different. 

Train on time . The usual suppressed aggro trying to board faster to obtain seats nicer. Is it a train or is it a plane, the crush remains the same. Fight for the best seats or stand! Those safety sounds warning of closing doors are especially nervecracking today. The yellow fluorescents inside and the dark outside. Something is wrong, the pulling of an emergency brake is announced. The train moves out and the attendant informs us that due to difficulties coupling the two trains, and due to line occupation, the train is delayed seven minutes. Then good morning, thanks for riding with us, excuses and apologies, all in his best sotto voce voice, as trained for trains. Then he has the gall to come and check the tickets. Cheery friendly almost hairlessly crewcut young man. Two rows on the people have the wrong ticket. Caught.

5:26 Moosburg, platform full. Train full too soon. trampling people in the aisles. People moaning at the cold and its attributes. 5:28, underway again, making up for lost time. The gross man across the aisle with all his files and his massive stomach and blue shirt and stripy tie, flat chest and glasses looks at his watch disapprovingly.

Freising, freezing icy Freising, soon to be there and upstair downstair, the usual comments, In the hope that thelocal train will wait, or is it gone. Leave on the right. Get up and gogogo.

Train really gone

 White Lady out of sorts and in a bad bad humour. How dare.

Twelve minutes wait at minus seven degrees Celsius. So many numbers for a numb mind. Train in all empty. Seats and warm. The headmasters wife joins us and tells us the same story all the way to Neufahrn. Be polite, do not let on.

Neufahrn bus gone too. So late that the next bus is there in minutes.

For all of that the sunrise is really impressive today. I now have eight hours to spare, like overtime.

Room 2055 is waiting for me.

twenti morning notes

3.12.13
Toss and turn at night seems like all night, but if it were so I would not be sleeping in in the morning. So No! So the usual rude mechanical awakening, the pain of leaving bed, the necessity of the daily fulfillment  of the doctors  prescription, of leaving bed, of the journey to the shower, of the warm shower and all the lesser ablutions of the morning, of the naked return to the bedroom,if anyone is watching at this hour of the morning may they die of fright. Enclothe and dose the cat with a renaissance of the contents of its bowl plus the stinking remainder in the felix tin. Cat happy. No shaving today, do that in room 2055 much later.
Leave the house, taking a screw from the lock of the door as a sample for  the store. Rounding the bend nearly collide with the town christmas tree with all its polished balls out in the cold. Oh come all ye faithful.
People are in a hurry today, bicycles and cyclists shooting by in almost every direction, men at the busstop getting into pole position to be first on the bus and efficient and all.
Good Morning good morning lady. She is underway today as well.
Man with the ponytail hair and smoking in short sleeves outside the smokers yellow square. He is such a rebel, and people freeze just looking at his bare arms. He gives me a friendly gutenmorgen today.
The middleaged yourma service woman is blind inefficient, effusively gets her change confused, and overfriendly. Why give her a hard time, breakfast comes as always. Usual table and write blog.
Sixam, out on platform – wait!
More jostling for that pole position to win the daily race for the seats. Enough seats today. Table spot, good for commuting scribblers. young woman settles down opposite, she needs none of the table she is reading her news on her mobile telephone. She is drinking Starbucks, where on Earth did she get that from? The two gents over the aisle talk incessantly, without a break, on every kind of subject.

Trains have lost there rythm, with these welded tracks, they move in a steady rush like a warping enterprise, no kaduck kaduck kaduck kaduck. anymore. The stop in Fort Moss is reached,roll in – train fills. No space for baggage in modern trains, everyone keeps their coats on and there bags on their knees.
Times changes.
there are more men on the train now than some time ago. No paying the price for individual transport any more, petrol repairs and parking. 6:28 Longstream near upper bumblebee, no stopping there, so fry sing soon. Let us pray that the local is on time.
Crowds in fromt of the exit. Let youse out, lemee in. Me Me. Downstairs and Upstairs and in the white ladies chamber. She speaks of her international bosses today, on about the Italians, the Norse, the Spanish, the British and the Americans.
Announcement for Neufahrn out on the left and we stagger down the corridor as the train sways wildly over the points.
Now the meeting of the trains. Slowly Slowly out driver approaches the waiting train.  The esthetic of the slow approach followed by the hard contact. Then the opening of doors.
Down and out.
out of the station.


Dawn is visible from the bus today. Bright red and orange.
At the stop the reactor is dramatic like the cover to a futuristic novel.

Clog in. 12Hrs missing. must fix

Room 2055

twent morning notes

2. 12.2013

        Awake to the thought of a humming machine in a room. It was forgotten in the run of a pleasant evening. go up one floor and turn it off. Lights off back to bed, three anti meridian yet again. 

Regular Awake, lie on. No! cannot do that, it is a mistake. Go back to sleep maybe, wake up late probably. Get up, get water, swallow the prescribed, go to bathroom. Dressed too! Wash, brush teeth, brush hair, brush loo ,with all the right brushes in each case. Performance is good today. Supposedly. Look at the clock, it is showing time to late. So hurry and find the specs, feed the meanwhile woken cat, put oh the shoes and leave for the glistening wet streets. They have put up new granite pillars at the bus stop, just the right height and colour 'to be overlooked by cyclists. And those early morning joggers. Bus in, four inmates, for minutes, four minutes time.

        Tine elapsed, got in board pay the fare. Exact fair fare. Driven dazed, leave the bus at the station

for what must be the two hundredth 'time this year. In to the cafe, stand in line for food and drink. Different girl there, so dour at this hour. Young, man with hair in gelly spikes, glistening like a wet dog's. Pheronemenal phenomenal perfume pong. No way to imagine the olfactory amputee, the especially nasal needy that he is going to try to impress with that. Chemical waves make the eyes burn, breathcatching, cause sneezing. Anti seductive, destructive, chemical warfare. Supposed to work like a chopper on women, like ax' sweet moma. Odour zo.

        Coffee batter brazen, and hoglog. These weekday early morning breakfasts. "The girl with the heels goes to that train, I follow. Platform, get on board, sit down this train is rough and unsteady today, how can that be? After his schoolwork the man opposite sleeps The train does not wobble so badly now that the whole table can be used for writing. Musbury, we have more guests, they all find seats, one sits opposite. Another pheronomenal wonder. Maybe good against the cold. No luck. Someone smelling of smoke takes the other place.There is now hardly room to write anymore. Soon the train will  stop again, change for Newfern The white lady will speakagain, maybe opera, maybe the criticism the railway company probably deserves. No ideas, faster than walking, cheaper then driving. So.

get out on the tight, right handy, movement of train. 

Find seat after long search in that excuse for a local train. Filthy look from the girl where solitude is now at an end, the white lady and the primus Principe No chat today, Monday, tired. Dazed. Dry and cold on the platform, Dry and cold waiting for the bus bus in, buy the weeks ticket. So. All on the bus are regulars, all there, no. the girls and the man in blue, the informatik grouch, are missing. Bus speeds through the dark between the motorway and the trunk road. See the tights of the sewage treatment plant, Dieters home village, and all those landmarks. Off at the terminus. admire a loader, a yellow monster loading the rubble of a demolished building into a lorry, all lights blazing, the air full of dust. 

The reactor looks good with these buildings gone. Down James F street, and clock in.

Smokers Square at the station

Room 2055.

lundi day monday.

Dé Domhnaigh, 1 Nollaig, 2013, da is`n fasan auf der strass, nummer hundert drei und dreisig

mysteries to solve and sleep on well on the first sunday in december, why a bizarre face reminded me of the past last night, and why the cat is up at five and expects a weekday in its ignorance of weekends.
The cusp of the week, a waves peak, we are there and things will get steadily worse before they get much better.
A jam has much to do with an iamb, breakfast on sunday, food for thought. Broken pentameters are melodies of a destructured mind destroyed by dislux spurious wisdom of the personal pronoun in its inebriated state citing its private desires in an open space. Wisdom is not in the soul. Heavy and costly,the understanding that the next ones show is of more interest to that one than the show you put on for him.

Nine thirty, final rising before bedtime, the whole problem is this unbalanced treadmill.
Hamsterrad unwuchtig, nagetierstolperfalle
#ouch

Sat Dist Art

Ka-tze Ka-tze Ka-tz howls howls,
howls growls tones zounds moans,
Stop a while, start once more, stop again, yowl more, crash door.

out of the room, open the door, on with the light, abscence of cat, enter next room,
five in the morning, no joke, open corridor, find cat, feline flight,
howls growls tones zounds moans.

Stop a while, start once more, stop again, yowl more, crash door
out of the room, open the door, on with the light, enter Zelda – awful cat.
close that door, just a cat, outside winter cold, poor ting.

Ka-tze Ka-tze Ka-tz howls howls,

howls growls tones zounds moans,

stands enraged at sittingroom door – moremore.

Feed it slobber, ok now, no problems any more,

Sleepy self goes back to bed, just to rest the ancient head,

on that pillow back to sleep, cat is silent, easy now.

Finally it was necessary to let the insistent felix semi domestica into the sitting room.

I like cats on account of their individuality, inventiveness,

and generally pleasant character.

They also have a charming manner, and tend to get their own way.

Never sleep much anyway

nineteenth morning notes

29.11.2013.

At one woken by a noise. at five, awoken. What come between nobody knows nohow.

Stare at the cieling and listen to the cat singing from the stairs. feel awful. Bathroom. Wash.let in the cat. Feed the cat. Cat-eats more than human. Unhuman animal. Dress up, dress down as the Germans say. Put these two ancient hard drives in my pocket and the blog book too. Leave the house. It is not frozen but there is dirty snow everywhere. The street, the church, the Lada. All the same as everyday.  Think of identical annual procedures . There must be a regular event requiring progressive police attention, there are four cars today. All hurrying somewhere. A running man, maybe a chinaman, passes and rushes on. No way is he running for sport. He rushes across the road, a car stops, he gets in, the car drives on. Strange. Waiting for Tebus, Fourminutes. Bloody freezing. On the way to the station the driver misses a stop- Screams out of the off. Apologies, excuses, then he stops.

The station, the food, today with such a big smile, pretty and efficient. Eat, drink and blog.

The train is in early. A second train is added to the fromt. Odd. They usually take each other from the rear.
get in. Sit. finish ,coffee. Blog. Will the train be overloaded in- Moosbury? Will see.
Sleeping people in the train. Steeping and consulting smart phones.

Next station Moosbury.

The usual hordes of people. Stink of perfume. Causes sneezing. Train moves out again. The woman on the left moaning some rubbish about her O-byte. Most boarish of her Starts to read a book: Her companion is sad and silent. May be married.

Nobody standing today. Why is everything moving so fast? Maybe because it is Friday. Monotonous soliloqy, in the background.Some man who is solving all the problems of the world. His neighbour is intent, assertive, maybe resigned to his fate.

Train drifts on through the dark.

Next Stop Freesing.

Possibility of change to local rail. Take note of all warnings and advice on the platform. Next stop Fusing.

Downstairs, upstairs local train, White lady, remark to each other on the railway performances of the last weeks.
Next stop Neufahrn.
The two trains couple. Takes ages, train driver nervous. Lets passengers out.

get out. Downstairs, upstairs , white lady vists the baker. Bus comes. Have a nice weekend, white lady.

Ticket check today. Show the inspector a three week oldticket by mistake. He says

 donkey scone and goes- Let sleeping dogs lie, never mind the truth.No point in turning myself in.. None at all...

No visible sunrise today. Just fog, and grey skies. Snowy fields.
Past the blue weather hermann power tower. Temperature maybe minus four. pretty cool. icecold.
The running computer man with his salty summer shoes gets out. Next stop terminus.
Let the girls out first.
Enjoy their advantage and her smile.

walk through the grounds
Clock in machine informs me of error.

NEXT STOP
ROOM 2055 

nineteent morning notes

28.11.2013

        Morpheus invited and fed by Zolp. idem. No future in it but the present is pleasant. Like the proverbial tag until four thirty, turn on and set the forgotten alarm and sleep untill five getup and wash and shave a bit. Back.Cat behind glass door today, let it in : put clothes on and feed de cat.

Out, nearly mixup keys. Really cold today. Past the old Lada, quick red car early morning speeding inthewainstiect. (The smokyshop assistant passes. Alone at the stop.

        * Bus with grey-haired driver todayiheatandeffuient. 

He changes the roll on his machine. Drives fast, not furious At the station all the smokers standing around their square. They only step inside to put out their sigurettes. The station door is jammed with the cold. The anotolian looking girl with the local deal act gives me my food and drink. Put two lids on the coffee by mistake. On top of each other. Take one down. Write for ten minutes untill the crowds move off to the train. As the train comes in move to a different door. Find seat. Large clumsy woman with more baggage than could be normally used in a days work succeeds in obstructing everything, puffing and blowing like a surfacing sea elephant directly opposite Puts her bags all over the table.

        The usual sotto voce announcement from the ticket collector over loud speakers, welcoming all aboard the train, and apologising for the fact that it is shorter than usual. There is a man opposite with a tight lightblue woollen hat pulled over his face to keep off the light. Another with eyepatches to do the same. The next wearing headphones with his eyes closed. 

   Announcement.

Neat stop Moosburg. Please get out on the night.

As we roll into the station an announcement for the neat station. Obviously pressed the wrong button, Ticket collector comes by in Mustburgy. Friendly bald man in a blue neat uniform. Stamps the ticket. with his clipper.

 Roll and wobble on to Friizing. People standing now, this is a short train. 

Announcement

Change to the s-lotal-train in F Reising soon = 

Can hear the crackling of the overhead electrical contacts in the iced up overhead electrical lines. It is so dark outside, the train seems to just shake from side to side

Announcement

Next stop Fry sing. You may change to the Esban and other local services.

next stop Freis ring,

Please leave.  on the right.

        Down the Freising platform's stairs, through the tunnel and up onto the next platform. Into the train. Meet the white lady. Talk to the white lady.. She is always on this train. Albeit not for the last two weeks. She was pouring concrete and other building materials into her garden, during that time, terracing it. She chatters away, much as she will do tomorrow. We all go down the stairs after leaving the train on the left, and up the stairs to the busstop-Christmas lights everywhere, same as last year. The bus is on time. Choosey, white lady.

 I gain criticism from the bus driver, she says that boarding is on on the other side of the square. The proper place to board the bus is on the other side of the road. Muttering. Oh. Ok. Stay on the bus.

        See the dawn from the bus, as we enter Dieters him. The bus heaves its way through the village, hopping, starting, mounting the curb in the narrow streets. Now the

 Garching reactor steaming away to itself, the chemistry department, GE, GATE, the metal workers, and I can see 'Hermanns Tumtower in the distance in all its illuminated, post WWII Uboot, glory. Boltzmann, LRZ, the grumpy blue runner gets out, Next stop terminus

        - exodus?

Walk, admire! IAS Christmas tree.

Clock in in the basement. Pleasant cleaner cleaning loo. Down corridor up steps.

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nineteen morning notes

27.11.13.

        Awake at three again. Is this on account of a disturbance that cannot be overslept'. Who knows? Up at five, knock around the clock and need to pick up the batteries lying on the floor. Reinsert, . That is not the way to turn of the alarm, but it works. Lie a few minutes more, take my pill and water. When will it end? On the point of departure, the feline friend opens the door and goes to the door that it cannot open. Makes noises. Open door. Into kitchen. feed. find glasses.

        Stairs and out. Ice on the road.

        Bitterly cold today. must be minus god only knows what.

        On the way to the bus stop nothing but speeding police cars. No sirens, no lights. Law-and order. Bus on time, pay driver, sit down, warm up a bit.

        Regain full consciousness at the Hofackerweg, one stop before the railway station.

        The girl at Y's has learnt. She is fast, efficient, and friendly. There are more people than usual, must be the cold. Man with the hair gives me a friendly greeting. Good day today. He is wearing a short-sleeved, open necked shirt. Same as in summer. Unreal. But true.. Blog. Out to platform. The recorded train announcement. Then a halting, almost stuttering announcement that the train will be only half-sized today. Rush on the platform,  all those that usually get on at the rear  go  to where they assume that the train will stop. Train full.

Find seat beside man obviously hoping that he can have both. 

Sorry for him. 

not really.

Blog,.

Observe all the people now needing to give up these seats that they had reserved for their baggage. Not sorry for them either.

At the next mossy stop the train fills up even more. Many people standing in the aisles. All the seats are occupied by people now.

Coming in to freezing Freising.

Announcement telling me to watch for notices on the platform. Also one advising regard for announcements. Leave train, go down the stairs, go up the stairs, platform three.

Crowded.

Announcement that the Silly s-train is going to be fifteen minutes late. Watch my last train leave the station, throwing sparks from the overhead cables. They always spark when it is cold. Spark, and make electical crackling noises.

Not even the glances of the young blonde on the platform can warm me. Wonder who she is looking at. She is always just looking away, or turning her head. What is interesting her. where? Flattered? Unrealistic.

The platform fills, many go back to the other one, 'to ride with Alex. Alex sparkles in, sparkles out.

More people on the platform.

After half an hour the train comes in. S-silly Bahn. get in, find seat, blog till the announcement is made that the train is leaving. Blog on. The next station is called Pulling. So what. And soon we will all be in Neufahm. With a missed bas to take me the rest of the way.

Please leave on the left. 
Neufahrn down the stairs from the platform.
Bus there, unloading.
Get on at the stop for unloading only.
Warm seat with heater.
lovely.
Bus drives round the roundabout to the loading only stop.
Bus now full
Librarian opposite.
Grin.
Bus really full
Bus in Gar Ching, last out , fair because first in.
Clock in machine informs me of error.
Oh.
Room 2055
A little bit late.
OK

ninetee morning notes

wake check clock. Light on. four ante meridean. ok.
cat arrives. moans. wants food. give it food. wants into sitting room.
NO
Still wants and moans
NO
Downstairs?
OK
cat comes back up and purrs away to herself.
.


At six get up and shower .
Gather clothes and bits and piesces
Leave the house
SNOW!
Not heavy, but there.
Car has a light sprinkling too.
Use windscreen wiper.
No Problem
.

Drive down the Freyung past the shadows of the Christmas Market.
Road closed.
Other way
Pursuit by big truck through that tunnel
Ice on road at exit
Leave town
More Snow
Drive Slow
.

Let those who wish be faster,
no point no hurry.
very early, five thirty five.
Snow is heavier now, covers the road.
That traffic roundabout is icy
Motorway clear
Keep a low speed, why not?
Leave the Autobahn.
.

Snow.
Slow.
care.
not serious, just deceptive.
through the village green corner
No police checking speed
to cold for them
into Dieters home town
.

Turn off at Boltzmann
No salt on the road anymore
Drive to workspace building
admire the snow, safe now.
Go in, hello Rafi, early man too
Up stairs
play with electric lock. Nuisance!
Enter room 2055
..

ninete morning notes

25.11.13

        The cat was not allowed in the sitting room. Because of its performance the previous night. So the doors were closed. At one forty four, howling and moaning. Give the animal something to eat. Then put it down the stairs. It goes, it returns. makes noise. At some stage it shuts up. at five, shower. Dry self, dry floor. Get all that clothing put it on. Shirt is dusty. Strange. No cat anywhere. down stairs and out. At the end of church street before I see that the dark entrance of Martins church is illuminated. 

Meet the runner with the funny gait. 

He has lost weight. 

With four minutes till the bus arrives the good morning lady arrives with her suitcase. It is only monday, and she has her suitcase! 

get odd looks from the bus driver. Strange. give him money, get change and ticket. All fine. At the station, the man with the hair does not see me today. Aloof in his short-sleeved shirt at two degrees Celsius. 

That friendly, and meanwhile efficient, girl gives me my morning coffee. Discount card full. Put the lid on, and see that my usual space is occupied. Oh well, find another . Eat and blog, this story gets more and more homogenous as time goes on. go to platform. Train is early today. Get in. find seat. Write on. have trouble writing because of the trains movements. Have my ticket checked by a short haired blond Zug be glider in.

The train has an unplanned stop before it reache the mossy town, pun is what's a moss? Not funny:

The train clock says five twenty as the recorded announcement says we have reached Moosburg.

     Please exit to the night on the right hand side with regard to the direction the train was moving in.
Thank you.