30.June 2014
Sleep no more; all is silent but for the bells. The cloudy morning is darker today, and it is no morning for happy thoughts. The futility of getting up to go to work, wondering what the next evil deed of those is power will be.
'A confused tangle of clothing on the floor and on a chair demand attention, most is to be washed anyhow. The contents of the bag are complete, leave for the street. The house door was unlocked all night, no-one tried it, no-one entered. Gut so!
For the time of day there is an unusual amount of traffic on the roads, racing cyclists, taxis and bakery lorries.. The cars on the road are many, speeding to work; racing away from frustration ,aggrresive road rage at half past five in the morning.
The older lady, the man with the crutches and the good morning lady are all there today, whishing each other goo mengs. The man with the crutches and the special shoes gets on first.
All drive five stops to the station.
The smoker has had his hair trimmed, his ponytail is a pigtail now. He looks neater than he used to.
The yourma girl girs remembers the coffee and buttered brasagen, and under the onslaught of the multihorde calls for Anastasia. Several times. In the cafe the long haired girl with the stool for her handbag, the
man and the swarthy one.The mosaic maker joins later, rte has become quiet,-I do not know why-
The Train is in, many people are on the platform waiting for the trains second half, There are no tables44 in the train today, need to balance coffee en the fight thee
Young people with an enormous amount of baggage in very large suitcases have taken a whole row of seats for themselves and their hags..
The rush for the beginning of the week has began.
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