fiat lux. woe. Bedside lamp on. four forty nine. the five am beep. off. Bathroom. Clothing. tablet and water. All too early today. Listen to the wife feeding the cat. Sit and wait, hear the Ursuline convent bell.
Streets are wet, cobbled, and the imitation gas lanterns are picturesquely reflected in them. So nice.
The girl with the hair in gold, one umbrella, and quiet boots today.
The smoking shopwoman, a red dot glowing under her rain proofed cape.
The good mooning lady, hurries on to the bus stop.
guten Morgen
ganging
guten Morgen bus driver.
The bus ride is an experience in unconsciousness.
Teeny and hairy in the smokers square..
But a brazen and coffee.
Forces of many habits.
The usual crowd, the building workers.. Manic, quiet. Drift on to the train, like flotsam pulled by a tide of people. No pushing, no hurrying, 'jutst a definite slow movement in the one direction. A shuffle.
The train, empty. Silent, few people. The ticket collector fast. Just glances at the monthly ticket. Does he take it in at all?
"The train is really empty today. Few people in Moosburg.
It is a depressing Friday, and. not many want to get to work.
Silence.-Tiredness.
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