27.5.2014
Mobile telephone starts to ring or, to make noises at four three thirty use in the morning. The battery is low, it wants charging.
The cat is there at once, wanting food and petting, head scratch, backrub. Nor cat food today, just that dry stuff.
Oh well.
Lie down.
No hurry.
Five an alarm.
Ok.
Dress up and set the cloche-White trousers today, Wait for the martins bells.
The clock's pendulum starts to wobble. No knowing why it does that.
Fixit.
Martin ding dong.
The street is bare but for the containers for waste paper. Today is blue bin day.
- Sixteen pigeons picking eatables from the cracks in the cobbles. Construction works, huge scaffolding in the street.
good morning at the basntop..
The man with the hair and the slow man from the pub. Both talking and smoking at the yellow square. Outside the smokers square. Both friendly today. Yormas! What joy, Anastasia's smiles are back. So pleasant. Coffee and- and buttered brazen.
The girl grabs her handbag chair, as every day. 'The stool for the handbag.. So that she does not need to put it on the floor. The tables are too small and too tall for the handbag. So it gets a stool. Long black hair, talking, as always to the older man and woman who have their place there, day and night
Train time six. The first hour awake is over.
The stoops on the steps to the platform are too high. Cause knee-pains for older men.
The daily truggle to be first on the train.
Wait. Finish coffee. Last on board, stay cool, discard the empty paper cup using the metal waste basket.
Find a seat.
Realise it is opposite that black haired chatterbox with a monotone voice, loudly proclaiming his wisdom to the woman sitting opposite.
Find another seat.
Mossburg past,
Freising.
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