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.
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