7.4. 20/4
A birds alarm call, the cat croaks outside. The cat is too slow, too old. Lucky bird.
The alarm clock failed. It cannot by any means be five to eight in the evening. The thing is gone bonky. It is late. -
Bird sing everywhere outside. It is really late, get the clothes on, there is no real hurry now:
The bus stop has a bus standing in front of it. It is a number four bus, a hind of orbital bus. It circles about the town once before it gets to where it is going to. A waste of time. Wait ten minutes and the bus number one comes along, get my ticket and go.. The train is delayed, Yorma's is quiet today, Anastasia has nothing to smile about apparently. Not even that works.
The train waits in the station, The announcer says that there is a fault in a level crossing.. At Bruch berg, the train stops, blows its horn in honor of the defective crossing, and moves on slowly. The fault must be there. There are hundreds of cars waiting to cross. Ten minutes late. It does not really matter.
Mooshurg is uneventful, as always. It may well be an entirely uneventful town. Quiet anyhow. The warm weather has left the fields in a dark spring green, and the trees, bare last week, are sprouting now. It is a foggy morning, ihe a romantic painting. People on bicycles riding into Freising. Not on horses, an bicycles. The train change in Fry sing is uneventful, there are no many young people, hurrying, talking on their big flat mobile bones, with stressed faces, leaving their trains. hurrying for the bus, adjusting their scarves. All aboard, the driver announces a ten-minute delay.
Leaving Fry sing the dawn thins the mornings fog. This is hanging low over the fields, as they give up their warmth and dampness to the cold air.
Today will be really late, but that is not very important. The unliveable late for their inactivity.
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