Monday, 25 August 2014

day one, year two week six



August 25,2014

awake around four, check that clock. A much to precise timepiece. Tells minutes, seconds and temperatures, who wants to know?

The clothes go on after five, and gather up the bits and pieces needed for the day. Sit around and wait for a few minutes.

sown the stairs and out of the door

There are people on the street, unloading trucks, or just starding and smoking. It is still dark, dawn light showing the reactor's plume of steam. An atomic power plant blowing off-steam! There is a small family at the bus atop, father, mother and son. A man in managers costume stands around with his trolley cases, studying his smart phone,.. That type of person usually has a car, but not today.

He is the first to board the bus, and Wildo is the last. The family are on holiday, the young boy thrilled, and excited.

The smoking man with the hair, outside the square. Wish him good morning.

Slow girl at a cafe. Anastasia behind the counter buttering rolls.

Coffee and pretzel, bagful of bread and grease. The coffee is good, as always.. Say gutemogen to the Hedgehog. He is alone today.

The train service is disturbed, disrupted. There is an announcement.'

The train leaves from a different platform today. Take care to get onto the correct train.

This is the first workday in seven days... seven days

is a longtime, but not long enough.

At Moosburg, the carriage is filled, A manager type opposite with a golden mobile phone, and a man of maybe fifty playing games on an electronic tablet down on the empty spaces... golden motile telephones? will that be a new craze. Pink faced watches, pinstripe suit, neat beard. All most respectable.

The train is slower today, there are track repairs in Langenbach, the town of the long stream....

This is the last week in August, and maybe one of the last bright mornings, bright before sunrise...



Freising, the local train, the engineer passenger, she correcting a thesis. 
On her way to work.

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