Wednesday, 27 August 2014

day three, year two week six

August 27, 2014
Dream and sleep interrupted by a bip.
The dream tries to explain the bip away.
The beep prevails.
Shower and teeth and brush. All is perfect. Take the reserve pen today.
The streets are dry with damp patches.
The streets move by, dazedly a-the vision for details is confused with what has been during all the past years.. There are men fencing of an area down the road. with traffic cones.
A taxi stops behind the town wall, and the driver gets out and runs around the old gate to the public toilets. His passenger remains in the car. There is no call like the call of nature.
Crutchmann at the bus stop. Wait for the bus.
The 'bus deals with its route quickly and-Bus journey details gone, erased by daily habit. Crutchman and the driver are friends, they chat.
The smoker is outside the square.
"guten magen".,
A man bends over and blows snot all over the pavement, his nose held. To increase the pressure, raise exit velocity. Disgusting.
The coffee and brezen at the bar table, the bistro Tisch, and good morning Hedgehog. Lonely hedgehog, his friends are all on holiday.
The young womanbehind the counter diligently prepares food, every movement precise.
Turns suddenly, in one movement takes off both plastic gloves and throws them into The bin and commences work in the serving area. Her high-pitched 'faircompt ran" sounds across the cafe..
Lovely smile for Hedgehog as he withes her good day.
A pretty girl with a Russian name and a German surmane. Her colleagues call her by the one and the other is written on her nameplate. Everything about her has an air of cleanliness, neatness and precision.
The train is delayed today, and the construction work in langenbeac will take its toll timewise. It is of no great account. Emptiness in the carriage, holiday season has broken now.
Waiting in Marburg for the one remaining track ahead to be clear of oncoming trains.
Ten minutes.
Silence in the carriage. The toilet is full of shit, and smells accordingly. Morning aroma.The trains do not just have flaps that deposit the products of defecation on the sleepers as they used to. They now have an inbuilt sewage system of limited capacity, as one smells. 
The mornings tablet, now nearly one and three quarter hours ago, takes noticeable effect, sleepiness and lethargy are the result. A thing to be done to maintain an appearance of unity and sanity as the world may wish to see it. Being stupid is one thing, it is worse to be intelligent enough to understand the own stupidity.
The announcer announces fry Sing.

Like every day. Every work day. 

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