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7. 8.2014

Tinnitus-is gone away. Probably only for a while.

Sons clock wakes, followed by the regular dock... Shower, teeth. Finished and dressed in twenty five minutes.

The street is dusky and dark, clouds dim the lights and turn on the street lanterns. The street is shown in a lead coloured grey bight, with the bright spots of the lanterns in the dimness.

The river run, still fast, foaming, Threatening today, in this lack of light,.

On it's way to Passau. Through turbines.Giving energy to the towns and railways along its way.

Roaring on through the dawn.

The bus is early, waits at the stop. No smokers at the station, holiday time.

Big girl friendly at the café.. Peters place. Holiday season has started. Let them go, let them enjoy life.

The coffee cup, discard the waxed paper thing with its plastic lid in the train. Take its-easy now, easy.

        The whole world outside the 'train is grey, not because of fog, 'but on account of the grey light from the colonel coverer

rhfiwruntrast.

        Silence in the train.

              

        The front of the train   carriage has a

spreading of vile smelly vomit on its floor.

        Nobody nits there...

        Nobody will clean it, not till manich

Wrong.

the diligent schaffner is wiping it up with bathroom paper towels as we reach Freising.

Schaffner is the ticket collector.