07.01. 2014
4:30 Wakening, check the time. Rest. Work today, no hurry.
5:00 Alarm, switch it off, sit, turn on the bedside tight, take the daily tablet and some water. Put on the clothing prepared last night. Get up. Wife why? Wish happy birthday and close the door to the sons room. Go upstairs, clean shoes. Polish.
Downstairs.
Blog. Listen to the ticking of the präzisionspendeluhr. The sharp metallic sound of its winding mechanism. Like a ratchet.
It is warm this year, to warm for this time of year. Gather the papers and go down the stairs. The lock clicks and grumbles, but it does not squeak anymore. The door is locked again. Past the brightly lit leather goods store. By Martins church the distant bell tinkles twice. Then the big bells of saint Martins. Man in a red jacket unloading goods for a restaurant. The Christmas tree with the golden balls is still standing around the corner at Grimms kitchen suppliers. And a security mans small van races down the pedestrian zone, him doing his rounds. Pass through the town gates, cold dark and sombre.
Bus will be leaving in nine minutes. According to the electronic notice.
Indignant horn hooting at the traffic lights. Somebody snoozing.
Bus N° four comes in, really late. Stops to look, and speeds on. A man with a white cloth bag passes.
The smoking shopwoman with her grey hat and matching scarf steams by, heading into town. The traffic is noisy.
The automatic sign announces that the bus is there as it comes around the corner. The driver gets his exact change. On board of the bus. Tired people. Bus goes through all the stops, Christuskirche; no, stops at StadtBark, and waits till the timetable lets him go.. Hofangerweg. Silent people in the bus. Maybe ten. Silent but for coughs. Bus waits again. So dead an time. Cough. At the station, a crowd of five smoking. They are ignoring the smokers square entirely now. Pass that elderly teenager , red hair smoking to herself. Into yomas past the when door to the railway station. Get my buttubreze and coffee, and wee that my discount card is full. Free coffee today. So great. The black-haired girl has a stool for her handbag, talking to the newly-arrived building worker. Acting the clown again. Cheerful girl...
Bus will be leaving in nine minutes. According to the electronic notice.
Indignant horn hooting at the traffic lights. Somebody snoozing.
Bus N° four comes in, really late. Stops to look, and speeds on. A man with a white cloth bag passes.
The smoking shopwoman with her grey hat and matching scarf steams by, heading into town. The traffic is noisy.
The automatic sign announces that the bus is there as it comes around the corner. The driver gets his exact change. On board of the bus. Tired people. Bus goes through all the stops, Christuskirche; no, stops at StadtBark, and waits till the timetable lets him go.. Hofangerweg. Silent people in the bus. Maybe ten. Silent but for coughs. Bus waits again. So dead an time. Cough. At the station, a crowd of five smoking. They are ignoring the smokers square entirely now. Pass that elderly teenager , red hair smoking to herself. Into yomas past the when door to the railway station. Get my buttubreze and coffee, and wee that my discount card is full. Free coffee today. So great. The black-haired girl has a stool for her handbag, talking to the newly-arrived building worker. Acting the clown again. Cheerful girl...
The btterbreze was soggy and, well unpleasant today. leave for the train. Through the underpass with all these anti cancer advertisements. I suppose that what they are saying is that if you are going to die of it you might as well learn to live with it. Up the stairs, into the waiting carriage and find a seat. Today there is a deep silence in the train. It must be the first day at work for many.'
Train leaves, Muttered announcement, some as last year. There is a lady knitting. That is unusual. Another consults her telephone. That is more usual. The train is not full.
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