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    6.August 2014

        Bathroom + toothbrush, four forty five.

        Back to bed, turn off the alarm clock-at five. Wake up son, as promised, deep sleep experiment,

        Grins and says' good morning'.

        Bathroom again shower! case. shoes and computer.

        Wake son again, sleep has caught him again. He says good morning. He wanders off to his bedroom...

        Down the stairs, out into the early dawn.The light is failing with approaching Autumn. It is warm, the sky is clear.

        The river at the bus stop is wild, full of water impeding to the power plant at the other end of town. All That water from the Alps has to find wa way out, a way to the Danube, 'eventually. to the Black rear.

        The bus arrives, the driver has his radio on loud.

        - He gives change.

        The hairy smoker at the station, says "good morning." The coffee is good, the service bad. Two flustered fat- ladies, young enough in their away, stepping on each others feet, blockage."

- The lady at the table,

- Moustachio!

- The longhaired one with the handbag, perfumed.

- The mosaic maker, bright and cheerful.

The train comes in, and is delayed.

For fifteen minutes.

Defektive brakes.

In the carriage, the hairy maker chats to his friend. talking shop, quietly...

Now the sun has risen, illuminates the foggy landscape obliquely, softly...

Mown fields and fields of maize plains unmown, almost grown now...