6.5.2014
Check the news at four, the condition of the world. The cat is disconsolate, maybe it thinks that summer time has come for the second time. Fud it. Back to bed, sleep is possible. The beep at five, turn it off and sleep on mtitl 5:22. Clothes on at the highest speed, and leave for the street. It is cold and clear this morning. The church spires, St Martins, and Christchurch, are both illuminated in their red-brick splendour by the sunrise. Good Morning, "the day is starting. There is a bird with its continuous single note song. Hidden in the blooming chestnut trees. Red and white chestnuts. Bus and Yorma's, buttered pretzel and coffee, the now permanently strict Anastasia and her effusive valley. , We know them all.
The morning is remorselessly bright as the train slides in, a seat is found opposite the name remorseless chatterbox as yesterday. A man with black hair in a ponytail who remorselessly lets his counterpart knew how stupid the world is, and how clever he is.
It takes all kinds,
With the oncoming summer the view in the train windows has changed from the wintery night to changing vistas of well kept German countryside, all the houses and farm buildings with that unreal sense of polish. Ordnung!! Sauber!!
Even the fields look like cutout patches of paper lovingly laid beside each other. The dark-
haired idiot from the other side of the carriage has started to read the weather forecast from his mobile phone. Chatter chatter.
Moosburg.
a woman sits down opposite smelling strongly of yesterdays garlic.
Omg.
A bloke shares the seat and unpacks his salami sandwich.
Urk.
That is it.
a bearable train journey ruined.
Get up and stand in the corridor, enjoy the view from there.
Ugh.
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