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.
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