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.
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