30.1.2014
in the dead of the night the absence is known. The clock is gone. It is not at its usual place, on the dumb butler by the side of the bed. Bedside LED on to see. No clock. Up and search. It was used to set the now- functioning Brillie electromagnetic clock in the kitchen. Oh. Back to bed and sleep.
All as usual, up at the normal time, brush teeth, Tooraloo, comb hair.
No cat.
Street is dry and cold. Sleepwalk as far as the theater's street. Smoking shop woman steams past, and the skip is gone..
The man with the hair smokes outside the square. The dour German girl sees the crowd come in. She. shouts ''Anastasia'. That one turns up, all smiles and friendly. Nice to see her, a bit of friendliness goes a long way. That is a thing to think about.
Black haired girl takes her stool, puts her bag on it.
Platform, no train. Step forward as the train comes in, Turn the back on those idiots chasing it down the platform. Stop still. Muttered curses, jostling. Half step back and let the disembarking disembark. This is one of those trains with no tables, write an my knees. Takes time, we are in Moosburg. The young man opposite is reading his Bild. Looking at advertisements for televisions from Media Markt. Stupid headlines in enormous type. Black and red.
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