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.
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