3.45 mn

28.5.2014

to bed too early, awoke early, cat gets attention. get up at five, take pill, use bathroom, feed cat again. Leave the house,light rain, overcast.

No memory, not even ever so short-time, of the street. Past the building site with a full dumpster of used shop decoration material.

The electrical timetable at the bus stop shows that the bus will be here in seven minutes. Good morning lady arrives too, wish her good morning. The smoker passes she is wrapped up in a winter jacket, & smoking from under her hoodie.

wishing the bus driver a pleasant day, crossing de deserted space before the station as the lights go on automatically because of the encroaching darkness based on the positively progressing occlusion of the sun by the thickening cloud cover. Hold the door for those following and enter the station. The yorma woman is short, snappy,efficient. The coffee is the name as ever, but not nearly as nice. The three are there, at their bistro type table. The men with the slicked back black hair, the one with the short sparse white hair and the woman with the evenly, auspiciously, brown hair. Ah tatting as much over the same general subject as every day.

The buttery bakery produkt, type twisted crispy bagel with salt is consumed, as this is being written.

At six, out the door, see the Rosenheim train is in,. and go down the stairs, under the platform, up the stairs to platform mid number five.

        The train rolls in at high speed, and stops much further down the platform then is usual. There is panic among the commuters, they are running down the platform chasing this train. Perhaps they are frightened of not being able to claim their usual seats. Pushing and shoving too to  board that which is waiting for them anyway.

There are plenty of seats free today, so what.

Maesbury has fewer boarders than usual. It must be the onset of tomorrows bank holiday.

The train rolls through a sodden green and brown landscape under a uniform grey sky. It is absolutely on time, and has a humourless, dour, almost unfriendly ticket collector.

Approaching F inning people get up, well in advance. The lid of the waste bin squeaks like the door to a dungeon.

As the first announcement comes, more people get up, ready to go.

The final announcement comes..

        'get out right hand side"