one thirty four morning notes

10.3. 2014.

The night was a disaster. Zelda howled like a lost thing half the night, she got put out on the street for her pains. Cats need freedom at night.

Alarm at four it was set for France, for the early start friday a week ago.. Fight for the button in the dark. The cat is to be let in again.

Let it in.

Cat cold, cat old. Cat touch.

Oversleep.

Up at 6.08 instead of five.

The hangover of luxury from the all- to-short holidays.

Past the Martins church, 2 hells. Six thirty, one hour late.

The bakers trucks are still there, it is light and the whole street is brightly visible. At the new bakers a delivery man suffers as he bounces an overloaded porters trolley down the stairs at the back of his lorry. The comfort of a lift is missing, the man suffers. Entering the store there is no- ramp. The man suffers.

There is so much more car traffic at the bus station. An endless stream of closed cars, each with one man on board, passes.

The bus arrives, the old lady who had waited at the stop indulges the driver in a conversation.

Payment is made, the ticket given.

The smokers square surrounded by smokers today. At Yormas a friendly" hullo", and order the slimy butter-pretzel, a cup of coffee. Meet the young wizened man from the pub, he goes to work at this time. An hour later, all is different.

The train is five minutes late, the time on the platform is spent trying not to catch peoples eye. Think of the French waiter who's eye could not be caught.  As it arrives the train is a two storey machine,

Sit on top and blog.

At Moosburg two men stinking of old tobacco sit down. Both talk of cars and the work they did on Sunday.

The landscape outside is lit by the low angled early morning sunlight, yellowish; against a clear blue sky, fading to a mushy grey at the horizon. The men both mutter to each other from deep inside their throats, it rounds like a grumble, and that is probably all these heros of suburbia ever really do..

Anyway.

        There are more men on this later train, more office people. More going to Munich.

Freising, change for the local train. Either it leaves before the express, if the express is very late, or it has to leave afterwards. They both use the name track.

There is no point in hurrying, but there are people who run- anyway. Maybe they are in a hurry to get the better seats. That local train is full too.

Next stop Pulling. Please leave on the right.