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.
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