quiet cat polite meeow, yesterdays shock eviction not forgotten. Up at five go to wash and brush and all the rest. Feed the cat, good behavior shouldbe rewardeded.
The streets are empty, deep and dank......" and I have promises to keep......and miles to go before I sleep"
Sunrise will be in hours yet, Son rise in an hour.
Before the gates that smoking shopwoman sloppily steps along the street, wrapped up in coat and scarf and hat. As if it was really cold. It is not even freezing.
The bus stop. Guten Morgen.
The busses arrival.
Lady on first.
two fifties and a ten, Kurts Recke!
Bahnhof , old punk, yellow square, no man with hair.
Café friendly, pretty girl.
OK.
In the train, just before the arrival at Freising, two young women start to discuss there notes with great excitement and engagement. Leaning forward one to point to an annotation underlined in the others notes. Impatient brush of hair to one side out of eyes, glance up at other and makes eye contact. Explains, earnestly. The other makes a polite gesture with her right hand, leans back, explains gently. First leans back and puts head to side. Listens. Answers. Turns her notes around to show and explain.
It is beautiful to see their absorption in their matters. This writing cannot do the experience justice.
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