W2,Y2,D4

Dripsound and Greylight.
the two feared gents at the irish tourist board
think, shower and pill.
Open window in the night,
no midges  on account of no light.
all ensuite.
clothes.
Small boys have rearranged my things.
oh well
too bad.

Wetshave, face smooth.
Kitchen.

blog.
Cofffee next
Lowcloud outside the window
First up, long sleepers.

into the day

W2,Y2,D3

awaken silence birdsong sun.
Irish awakening.
See things in suitcase.
Get up.
Ensuite shower, own room.
loose tile on floor.
dry, wash teeth.
clothing.
Organise.

think.
Kitchen.
Brother in the garden.
looking at the hills,
enjoying the cool air.

good morning.
would you like some coffee?

W2,Y2,D2

dark outside at three.
dark outside at three forty five.
Blue-grey dark outside at five.
grey light outside at five forty.
The years progression is shortening the days again.
noticeably.
Shower.
Teeth, clean.
take ache pill-

dressup
Pack last things
coffee, big Bialetti

Blog.
Sons alarm.
off.
Flight to Cork later today,
not relaxing
Bad weather.

W2,Y2,D1

wake. alarm. tinny in the left ear. headwhisrle.

back home, own bed

Backache, sleepyhead.

Foot blister.

Mountain excess.

excessive dose of mountain.

day off.

overtime.

stay in bed .

lazy.

later...

  

son up

wife up

make coffee

check email.

Pack the gear for Ireland later

grey day hot.

Sunday, return from the wilds

Awaken in the highest bunk.
A nightfall of snores grunts snorts and fart noises.

Listen as the others get up
yell and jodel.
German alpine greetings.
Get the clothing on.
Third in the sitting room.

Thirty six euros for two nights, fifteen for beer and five for a meal.
The day has started well, before breakfast, before the descent back to the valley.
Lengenthal.

tomorrows post on saturday

nothing yet
Yesterday, 26.7.2014
five and dark. Snores all around. Recreational chalet in the bavarian alps today, sleep in a bunked. Twelve other workmates there too. All from work. Colleagues.
First to awaken, downstairs, out of the hut, of to the little hut. Sun is not up yet. Cool in the mountains.
A dry toilet, a stainless steel gutter with a watering can too. Smells like a pumas cage at the zoo. Outside a watering trough filled with cooling beer bottles.
Stay in the huts sitting room until the first awaken, at six.

The big man walks in and shouts:
Guten Morgen die Herren.


What is going on?
Sense of humor  has run away with him.

Nobody is amused.

He is.

Rough start to the day

one year.fifth day in first week in year two

beep........
beep........
Beep........
BEEP........

Bip Bip bip bip bip
Shaddap!


unmelodious awakening, naked progression to the shower,blast of cold, blast of hot,
temperature is adjusted
Wash soap shampoo.
water off and dry.
back to cupboard.
Dress.

Pack rucksack,
get butter from the fridge.
panic.
where is the ticket?

five thirty.

find ticket.
pickup rucksack.
down the carless street.
Main road full of market preparations.
Bus at stop.
Run.

made it.

five fourty two.
Driver picks out money from change.

Smoker at the station.
one, the long haired one, outside,
the other, new guy, inside.
the yellow square reserved for smoking pleasures.

Anastasia is the boss today,
flurried.
Forgets the buttered pretzelthing.
Laughs and says she didn't mean badly.

Nice girl.
Lets the sun rise in the hearts of old men.
generous.

The hedgehog, longerhaired now,
no longer a hedgehog,
and the moustachio, and the woman.

The mosaic maker- she looks the worse for wear.




on the platform stands a perfectly made up young woman in a precisely fitting black and padded leather jacket black tights black glasses.
Runaway from a shop window.
Incredible.


No pen today.
From memory, all this

one year.fourth day in first week in year two

s 4-7-2014

Synchronization of clock bells outside and bedside radio damn arlarm clock inside the room. The tablet taken automatically,

- and the steps to the blue tiled Bathroom made. Shower floods and fills- a special offer sticker from a shampoo bottle has detached itself and blocked the train.

Clear the blockage and let the water gurgle on its way down the sower. soap, towel, comb and toothbrush, Appropriately.

Leave the sleep and dreams in the bathroom, find the clothing. Awake now. All dressed, all found, all ready.

sit and wait.

Five minutes. Time has ticked away.

The daily walk to the bus stop, past the Douglas perfume shop, post the turk's fast food shop.

Smell of spiced burnt fat.

The  rivers water has gone down today. A dear shy clear sky promising heat during the day.

Gaten Morgen, madam, crutchmann, depressed woman. Bus driver, Sorry; no small change. He has to dig his last five Euro note from the depths of his purse.

The smoker toeing the yellow line on the border of his box..

The cafe, is running untidily today, but the machine makes perfect coffee, regardless of who is pressing the button.

The hedgehog, his moustached freind and the woman at their table. Like every weekday.

Platform anticipation of The approaching Train, stairs and stares and glances, covetous attempts to be the first onboard. 

as if it made an effing difference

one year.third day in first week in year two

23.7-20/4

        - Up, clock, tablet, shower. Enjoy. Find shoes, socks, pants trousers and shirt. - The summer jacket is soaked after yesterdays ¥! rain Take the warmer one.

        There are clouds and the sun has not risen.

Yet. Street is full of yellow bags. Every fortnight, yellow bag collection day.

        The crutch man walks to the bus step, clickety- clanching his way over the cobblestones. Good "Mongers" at the bus stop. gutmogen!

The hairy smoker has his day off today. So does Anastasia.

There are fewer people today, Hedgehog and cronies, no black haired handbag girl..

Summer holiday time for singles, cheaper fares before school's out. Out for summer.

Foggy fields outside the train's window, the water of the last days evaporating and condensing to steam in the slightly colder aim of this morning. Dark outlines in steamy-pink masses. The shrub on the embankments are still in green, all else appears grey.

It is not August. yet, and the runnier is later already. The morning of the warmest month of the year already warning of the winter to cometh.

Moosburg, unreached. Silence in the Train, readers, writers, "telephone-wipers.com...

Moosburg platform has enough people in it to fill the carriage with trampling feet and load conversations. An noxious wave of scents, of perfumes and soaps, antiperspirants and conditioners.It  takes a few minutes to become accustomed, then it is smelt no more.

But the silence has gone,

Chatterboxes chattering.

Then A silence again, as the train takes up speed. 

one year.second day in first week in year two

Dark morning, rainclouds. Happy sounding splashing raindrops in the yard. Light on, clock off.
Shower. No soap? Takeone from the washstand. Tooth, and comb, socks and stint. One bell on
leaving the shower, two bells on leaving the house.
The rain is pouring down, like cats and dogs.

Empty streets, full brown river. Good morning. Speeding emergency doctor, all blue lghts and klaxons. 

Wait. 

Drip and splatter

Bus driver, hello.

The emergency doctor and the ambulance cars are parked in front of the station. It's crew are all in the waiting room drinking coffee and talking.

Men with red trousers wearing red crosses on their shirts.

Anastasia stands in her cafe, behind the-ccounter sunk in thought. There is no hurry. The other girl is dealing with a customer:

So wait.
she turns, smiles her beatiful and cheery smile and asks whether a coffee is required?

The day has been saved, the rain is not a problem any more.

The hedgehog is not there today, only his cronies. The mosaic maker comes late, complaining of the wet and the discomfort of bicycles in the rain

The red cross people are still there, enjoying their drinks.

in the station, on the platform. A group of young people sitting on the ground drinking 'lemonade.

Yen, there are fewer seats in stations these days. There used to be park benches on the platform, now
people sit on the ground...

.In the train,  sit beside a sleeping man, full of snores and farts. Just bearable.

At Mowbury. a noisy, loud complaining woman boards the train. She has a whining voice, as if the world is making her sufferer, with' the rain and the uncomfortable train. Top, yup iyappity,yap yap yup. And snigger.

See the neighbours paper.

There are now five hundred dead in gaza.

Seems disproportionate...

N ever take sides. The whole story is not for everybody to understand.

Y uppity yup. Complain about the postman now.

Monologue. 

one year.first day in first week in year two

Wake up. It is that clock. It is not a bird, or a hen, or non oiled machine, it is the clock. Button down, Button up. Confussious confusion.

        Shower, clothes. Do not forget the tools for work.

Car outside has three tickets under its wiper today. The people must be rich enough to park in that way, pay the fine and save the walk..

        The town's workers are clearing up the ravages of the weekends party. A huge forklift bulldozer carrying cast- iron benches and forms back to their spaces in the main street. 'A strong smell of badly burnt diesel accompanies the work.

        There are no pigeons today.

        There is no good morning lady today...

        - A man explains a fault in the paving to two municipal workers. They listen patiently, politely.

They are dressed in orange dungarees, he is aresponsible, member of the public reporting something to The Proper Authorities.

They all go to the river and study something there. The man turns and heads to the bus stop. The workers turn to their truck, silently shaking their heads.

The bus driver waits, drives slowly and carefully. Stops to hold her timetable. Drives gently, no burnouts, no sudden braking.

The responsible man from the public looks at his watch in irritation. He prefers a greater expression of hurry in a driving style...

The longhaired smoker now has his feet on the borderline of the smoking square at the station.

He gives a goodmoming and gets one in exchange.

Anastasia at Yormas, unsmiling, efficient as ever.. The young woman makes no mistake.

The hedgehog is wearing shorts today, and has the usual crowd in attendance. The papers have big headlines dealing with Russian madness..

The train has eighteen minutes delay today, but then: it is Monday.

The cat died a month ago...:

I miss her. 

oneyear Sunday

Bright and hot, sleep is difficult.
waken woken. Bed easy to leave.
earwhistler, tinitus dexter.
Bathroom, tinkle toothpaste.
Sunday, day of peace and bath.
go to a lake today.
son up, let him make coffee.
What was on a year ago?

The room is untidy.
so is the head,
that has held the same obsession for over a year now

Saturday, yearful

Wake hot and dark.
Night.
Sleep. Tinnitus listener.
high hissy.
thin tizzy.

sleep.

Light hot daylight seven,
coffee make,
Son rise, direct to computer.
Horror.
Sound of British minecrafters,
Blockwise madness.

Malaysian aircraft.
blame all round.

 Bodies guarded by drunks
unspeakable.

five fiftytwo

raise the head, raise the dead,
bell ring dimlight-
Shadditup, de noise.

Think- car day today.
bell ring again.
Pressbutton properly.

Charge coffeemaker.
heat on, sleepclothes off.
Shower fivemin.

Coffee made, heat off.
clothing on,
cupfill.

Hot day today, hot already.
sit and think.
obsession with injustice.
forget, please forget.

Look on do other things,
new things.


Car day.
find car,
drive to work

four fiftytwo

17 July 2014

        light.

        Dim grey.

        get up, bathroom, ten to five, tentative awakening. back to bed, eight minutes.

        at five, shower. It is going to be a warm day.

leave the building, just as the half hourly martins bells pound. Past the building site, admire the plywood lying around everywhere.

   Admiring plywood at five thirty. Woodwormish. 

good morning at the bus stop the daily good morning. And nothing else. The woman who used to be so unkempt, w depressed, looks better now,. Maybe no longer  depressed.

        The bus driver, A stranger man who has difficulty recognising and counting his money. The cafe has the name guests, as always. Anastasia is on holidays, or maybe she has gone. She will be missed.

        The train is late, the platform is occupied by people bemoaning the delay.

Too bad.

And when it does come in, it waits. The struggle to get on board quickly appears futile now.

        The smoker with the hair is in the carriage. He talks incessantly on none technical subject to his companion who answers. Talk about machinery, its care and adjustment.

        Technician talk. No mention of beauty, or culture, song or dance. Just discussions on the optimization of mechanical structures.

        Each to his own.

        The joyous feelings a technician has one the sight of mechanical perfection are lost on his or her surroundings due to an inability to communicate an appropriate description of the emotions and feelings involved. So they just resort to blunt generalization, simple definition, and fail to describe the value of their experience... Nobody knows what they want, because they cannot express their desire.  It is to be assumed that they will take what they want someday. Or buy it. 
If they are financially well situated.

three fitftytwo

16 July 2014

Bluelit wednesday, change jacket, plimsolls day. gather up the days tools, toothbrush and haircut.

The day begins with only half as much done as was planned •

        Passing the drink a flight of geese passes

over head. I n-x the morning, the birds come out. 'A cormorant flies low over the water, there are seagull and those pigeons. Ducks have made themselves rare today

        good morning as, almost always. Weaving a blue denim skirt outfit with red raveled. Frolicsome, expecting the forecast hot day.

        The effusive bus driver gives his running commentary on the fares, and on the exact money given. Some people are good-humoured like that...

Coffee and tvgen today, as on other days too. The waitresses one good humoured today.

        The table opposite with the hedgehog and the won. 'I and the black haired man wont reporting or moustache. Joined by Mosaic maker. The girl with the handbag

is not there today.

Think tech on the river. With all the birds, and the water hiding smoothly to the nomerhoint Through the old town full of listed wildings, form the part being flues que for the future.

In the station there is a void where there used to be conversation atver World cup football. Howery won people now need to face up to life proceeding as usual. 

two fiftytwo

dawnlight grey.
todaloo, taraa.
three quarters of five am.
Early riser mutation.

car today, scanner delivery
There is a blackbird in the street.
make coffee. Big Bialetti today.

Put clothes on, bialetti burbles.
Drink one cupful, leave the rest for wife.
Son to young for that stuff.

One pigeon on the street now,
white patch on head, white beak.
Livery.
Officious picking picky bird.
Find car, load scanner.
leave landshut,
Autobahn.

one fiftytwo

Mon 14.Jul. 20/4.

Nightly noise, football revelry. Shots, fireworks, car fanfares. For a small town noisy.

This does not impress the black timepiece, it does its job. Out of bed with care, the back is pulled, it is sore. Bathroom, and find themclothes. Pack the defective laptop..

street is dry, and warm already. Shy with small colonels Pigeons flying in steep, almost crash diving. If they were dangerous birds, then there would be cause for worry.

Proceed to the bus, stop, Follow the ladies, wish them good morning. Small groups of football revellers, with wilting flags and fading colours, head home to bed.

The bus is just slow and steady. The driver may be asleep. He is inattentive and nearly rams a bakery truck turning left. This reminds of that accident near the motorway on friday. Hopefully no one was killed there. It looked ugly.

The man with the hair is turning to the watchman of the square. He smokes on the squares borders; all the other smokers smoke where they please.

New had tempered waitress at yomnas. She feels that she has been left alone with a crowd of customers and constantly calls for help. Keep calm girlie, you will learn it.

In the cafe a group of young girls with faded war paint, German national colours on their cheeks, all look really the worse for what may have been an all-night revelry. The mosaic layer and the hedgehog exchange their words of the day, chattering the niceties of football; the pleasantness of having supported the side that won.

Train driver lets the train rotten nntid the end of the platform. Monday mornings commuters chase the train, irritated by this small charge in routine. Shaken n'awaken. Mutter and complain.

a young-cosmetiscist in a white outfit with her firms name eats nuts out of a glass jar. Two football fans converse, tired, overnight party shows its effects.

The train passes.

The train passes moosburg and arrives in freising.

wet sunday

rustle of rain outside, steadily pouring down, outside see big drops fall into the dark courtyard lit from above like pale spots speeding down to burst on the concrete paving.
the hops look bedraggled.
The frigging computer still does not work. Laptop tragedy.
Son up, on the computer. Boredom in the rain. It is a shame none of his friends wanted to stay over. They would be doing other things now.
Listen to the news.
Dutch third overshadows Israels and Palestines tragedy.

The matters of greater importance in the eyes of the beholders.

The rain has gone the sun is out
Let the day dry out the damp of the night.

Saturday twelve seven

grey light close eyes.
No work on saturday.
sons party day today.
Friends come to stay.

yellow light, yellow orange.
heavy rain shower,
pressure: get up
make coffee

look up mail
no interest
at all.



oh.

O¡
¡¡
!

five fifty one

low key dimlight, blueish green morning, The clock reminder, remember  that it is  a car day today. Shower and dry, suffer the lonely silence without the cat. Unfamiliar, since the little familiar has died.
clothes, why not go to work in blue slippers? Blue suede slippers.

Leave, the street is dry, it is early.
The repaired car found, on its distant parking place. Starts lusty, battery new.
Eine kleine Nachtmusik on the radio.
Roll to work, all those aged boy racers on the road, with their big managers cars.

Black sky ahead, white church steeple picked out by the sun.

Friday, work early, go early.

four fifty one

10 July 2014

Monochromatic morning, the sky still full of yesterdays rain. Quarter of an hour later, it is lighter, sound of bells.

Dry day, so take a shower? The shower is pleasant and hot. find the clothes, enclothe self in them, as every day. It would not do to forget. Imagine !

Wander around the rooms, no cat to feed any more. Oh well. Leave early, dry streets. The two bells sound with the church on the left. The building site is filled with plywood boards, huge ones. Maybe they are for flooring. They are all carefully wrapped in plastic sheeting.

The Station has its smoker again today

The Yorma girdls are laughing, happy and joking.  What a change! Perhaps they just get on well together. It makes for a pleasant atmosphere... That is nice.

They are not angry, not grim. Anastasia charming as she used to be.Have they taken something? Where is it to be had?..

Sad faced Dutch, elated Argentinian football player on the silent Television. The world cup madness will be over room, to be replaced by some other topic of interest.

The hedgehog, the handbag girl with the black hair, the black haired unwashed man and-the, woman- standing about their table, as every day. How many years have they done this, how many more will they do it for?

Train fuller, space found. Silence but for the electric whine and the rumble of wheels on tracks.

. Boarders at MossyCastle, polite requests 'daw no fry'.

People assent, and continue in silence.

The train will arrive shortly in Freising.

Change there for the local, and meet up with the white lady, almost a daily event now...

'It is like being made of clockwork, and knowing that the spring is steadily unwinding, until its tension,. and power are all gone.

three fiftyone

Wed, 9th of July

Sound of rain as the window, open at four, lets in the first grey tight. Rain, Rain over rain. Green plants glowing with the water they have drawn.

Bath and wash, find the clothes, old shoes because it is wet underfoot. gather items, change jacket.

so much rain in the street, the pigeons are driven to shelter. Racing Taxi, on its own, disregarding all prohibition. A cream streak rumbling over the cobblestones in the rain and  the grey wet buildings.

good mornings at the bus stop. Bus late, and full.

There are no smokers in front of the railway station Tody The rain would put their cigarettes out.

Two seriously fast service girls at Jormas. Serving various coffee. One is Anastasia, the other new to me. 

The hedgehog, and the others at the coffetable are talking football, but it is unclear as to who has won the game. The television shows serious faced Germans and tearful Brasilians. The sound is off.

Listen to the announcement on the stations speakers. '"Nächste Reisemöglichkeit Hosensahleim".

No, cannot be true. That was Rosenheim. Oh well. The ears age no less than the rest of the body.

Train is empty, quiet. A girl with a fresh tattoo on her arm rubs cream on. Must be painful.- She is proud of it, nonetheless.

Hoosburg in the ruinous rain is a depressing station landscape. People with umbrellas on the almost shelter free platform..

out in the countryside again all the houses seem to be receeding into the foliage of the trees and bushes, in the surplus of water continiously copiously  pouring down...

The train proceeds to Fiving.

In the rain or in the sun, it is all one. 

two fiftyone

listen.
no sound. gray window light from a cloudy dawn sky.

early plane passes.
Bird song.

the clock does its job, press the right button.
Bring the car to be fixed today.
No hurry.

tooraloo, bad taste in mouth. Teeth.

clean kitchen, everything lying around.

Coffee maker, big bialetti.
coughing from outside the window,
girl passes, swaying up the street.
Crying of the birds of prey above.
Loud screams
like rage.


coffee made.

one fiftyone

up, grey after all that rain last night.
Peace  and quiet. Bathroom.
Silence.
at five, clockbeep.
Clockbeep off.
Four bells saint Martins.
Four bells saint Jodoks.
Five bells , the Ursuline convent.
Not simultaneously, consecutively.
Leave bed find clothes watch and bag.
Shave and -
three pigeons in Kirchgasse.
Street still damp.
Sneaker day.
No good morning lady.
No-one at the busstop.
Tablet taken? yes.

Bus driver.
Morose.
Takes the money, gives a ticket.
Yorma anastasia says "Ihnen ist wos obbi gefallen"
Look down,
Five Euro note.
The girl is right.
She is bright.
Coffee and pretzel, stamp and thank you.
No station blognotes today, all from memory.


Cargo train passes, full of truck trailers.
train late.
train wait.
train later.

Yapping foreigners in the train.
Slavic.
Big family.


Train is late in Freising,
miss the local.

The day has gone from good to bad already.

again, Sunday

.....minding its own business the mind backs into the recess left for it in the waken state. Growing consciousness to the throstling birds, finches and crows, as they were, only smaller, before man was added to the planets inventory.

six fifty two and bright soft light of the broken morning. Too late for muslims to eat or drink now. Is it still Ramadan? Finches, thrushes crows falcons and pigeons, make a steady background of chirps, screams, coos and caws, and at this hour there are few cars in the street.

Four and six, bells toll. It is six.

Tablet, water, tooraloo. The things done, that are done work or play or rest.

Cold coffee from the big bialetti, wakens bitter, hissy tinnitus in the right hemisphere, lives there.

Sitting room silent, sons bag on the floor. Clocktick, the French mother sounds every thirtieth second,   switch to the left, switch to the right. Brillie patent.

Early morning car collectors under way, before the ticket makers start their shift.

two times tolling, half hour

time is in flight, until the time is right for the mind to take over and make constructions of the days and the weeks and the months, in the unconscious state where it is king, able to create an order out of the disorder to suit its requirements.  Ruling and associating its items, cleaning its house, until the time comes when the light comes into the window and.........

Sat silent

dim warmth

tooraloo 

silence!

Saturday.

tablet, time to stop.

Coffee?

empty biowaste container

barefoot on balcony.

Hot weather.

empty bialetti.

charge it with water

charge it with coffee

turn on the gas.

check computer.

computer broken.

shit.

Son up.

straight to his game.

unfavourable obsession.

the day will be hot again.

five fifty

4.7.2074

        'Early morning, brighter. open window, finches outside. Sleep does so want to stay, or must the body he rudely wakened at this strict hour? Five fifteen, a quarter of an hour spent in half-unconscious dreaming. Hurry now. the bathroom, the socks, shoes, coat. Short sleeved shirt, it will be filthy hot today.

        A single singular pigeon in the street. Black and white feathers, asymetric. Dazzle colours, like a warplane,. Nervous bird, flies off down the road.

        Around the corner there are hundreds, clearing up the  dropped leftovers of the nights entertainment in the beer garden.

        The  Friday market is setting up again, the fish truck from Hamburg, cheese vendors, Vegetable produce. It is all there for a few hours today, will be gone by afternoon.

        good morning lady- All in black today with a big weekend suitcase.

        Bus driver friendly, drives carefully..

        Anastasia efficient at the cafe.She is easily the fastest, and does not waste time in idle chatter.

'Breakfast at the bistro table and am joined by a fearless pigeon, wandering between the table, casing the joint. The disappointed bird wanders out again.. after not finding any edibles on the floor..

This day is going to be very, very hot. The sun is already heating despite its low angle. Steam and mist have  been almost driven off the fields. The sun is not a friendly 0rb glowing through the morning clouds today, it is a bright, inimical  ongoing nuclear flame in the sky. It will not just illuminate the day, it will burn it.

Train full of people on their first day of holidays, fleeing the local sun to go to the beach somewhere.

Freising on Friday. "Two recorded announcements, identical for the last years. 

four fifty

3 July 2014

'alarm clock synchronised with the church bells of the town. Five, and the dawn reflects in the window outside, little pink clouds lit by the sun from behind the horizon.

The pills like the doctor ordered. Are they saving or are they destroyin? "Take these, I do not know how they work, but they might help". They are not homeopathic...

        Shower, dry, find socks. Silence all around. Wait for the bells, the two bells on the half-hour.

The neighbour from the house opposite leaves her building and walks ahead through the groups of pigeons trolling across the road. She walks ahead, all the way to the bus-stop. 'We pass a

group of ducks waddling around on the street. They do not appear to get on with the pigeons. good morning. Lightly.
A pedestrian zone care speeding security man brakes for the ducks and lets them pass.

The bus is full of people dressed in anticipation of a hot day. Some are Avening in the cool morning.

No smoker at the Nation., Yuormas with a-n a slightly hard of-hearing woman behind the counter.

She is friendly, almost effusive.

Blog in the cafe, write notes.

        They have not repaired the glass swing doors to the platform yet. It has been months.. Let the girls and ladies through first, then off to the platform... a huge fat man pushes ahead, trampling all resistance down to board ahead first. That is a way to get on in life.

 Grown crops in the fields, the grain drab,the maize deep green. There is not so much rape this year, the crop is going out of fashion, or maybe it will just be back next year. The low angled light and the fog let it all look like a painting. Is it beautiful because it looks like an artists impression, or were the artists impressed by the beauty of what they saw? Both.

        Hoosburg passed, Freising coming. The days tensions growing, in a row. -

Du grant' draw.  

NO!

da graußt' d'sau

three fifty

Dark out.
three am.
go to workroom.
find chip.
copy data.
scanner off.
computer off.
bed.
Dim Light outside.
Light on.
clock off.
!5¡
Wash
Clothing.

slow today.
so slow.
tired.



leave for the bus stop at five thirty five CET, say hello to the pigeons, all flying zigzag today.
This morning is a bad dream.

Guten mong. Let her and the crutchman with the orthopaedic footwear on first.


The pig tailed smoker at the smoking spot. Mong.
Yormas.
Anastasia. Mong.
Confused. nearly forgot the coffee.
Go back and get it
No blognote making today.
Write later.
train.
sleep

two fifty

1.7. 014

        stuffy day.. Close air, alarm tablet shower. Dreams of things that did not work.

        Cannot find a i#T# shirt. Headsore ultradaze. No reason for it.

        The streetdoor locked and closed and, avoiding the cyclists follow the good morning lady to the bus stop. good morning, and the bus is already there.

Forgot to put out the rubbish bin.

        Every day has a regular path, followed by the acquired, instinct-like routine from the vast years. A cyclical movement, things return daily; and are modified in The course of their monthly and daily; weekly and annual cycles.

        Anastasia and a nervous lady at Yoman today. Anastasia has her smile back. The cafe is full of people talking about football. The world cup cyycle, every four years..

        There is open space in the train, yesterday it was putted full with people, today it is not. A man in a seat opposite is eating raw carrots. A fresh. cracking noise accompanied by a deadly munching. At Moosburg the train fills.

        The electric motors hum, a steadily rising whining round, eventually to be overlaid by the rumble of the wheels on the tracks. The view outside is lit by low angled run, with the warming fields covered in light fog. The Langenbach power plant is producing clouds of steam from its cooling tower.

. Breakfast electricity for Bavarian industrial workers

F rising, and the ticket collector.

Black haired and friendly. A young woman in a blue uniform, with red stripes on the cuffs.