3.2.2014
'Nyx Nap, steep dark dreams, Morpheus active all night. Tinnitus gone, know not why. Icaria cannot miss the silly cow, constant gas jet in the right ear. gone. Even careful probing cannot find it. The beauty of it, when it is gone.. So glad, sleep on until half past, get dressed in a flash, son staggers past, grin, leave house and down streets. Streets deserted. The reflection of the waiting bus around the bend is visible in the shop window.
Run. Run!
Fumble giving change for the fare. 'At the station, there are so many people. Monday morning. Must be.
- Fast coffee friendly, too much butter on the butter brazen. Oh well, this happens.
Big new feature: The timetable is now shown on one of the screens in yormas. Seems like a good idea. There are enough screens there, showing their various products. Now there is actually something to read
- go to the platform, leave the crowd in the station. White faced girl with brown legs slowing through the rips in her trousers. She is wearing a white woolly hat,. Finish off the coffee, and wait.
Wait.
The train is just a bit late.
Doors open. Step in.
The system is in control.
sit down opposite a very neat and clean cut policeman. Strange crest with three lions on a yellow base.. Clothing in impeccable, pristine order. so well ordered that it is not real. Pride in the new blue-black coloured uniform.'
Moosburg passes, people get in. One left standing in the aisle. Subdued conversation.
Freising is announced.
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