day two, year two week eleven

day 30 sept 2014.

the sleep that came at last was torn apart by the beeping sound of the alarm.

OFF 1. Rest four minutes, light on.

BLINDING.

Bathroom and shower, dry and wash teeth. Find clothing. Dress. Wife is up, up and about. Early: Find watch and glasses, get paper for work , take the tablet and lights out

down the street, almost through the town before you have realised it.

Still asleep, but functioning.

        Against the street light the early morning woman with her unkempt hair and an oversized anorak she wears like a hooded cloak is  looking like a witch in silhouette, with her flat practical sloes and her bag. At the stop, in less spectacular lighting; it becomes visible as a leopardskin patterned print. The coat is new. The bus driver gets the last bits of small change, exactly one euro ten.

        There is a huge delivery truth parked in front of the main railway entrance, unloading over the steps. Delivery for the shops in the small station mall. 

        confusion in the cafe, a new girl is trying to serve four customers at once. Stress for her, confusicn for all the others.

        Hedgehog and Moustachio! are all alone Today. No brown haired blue coated woman, and no long- haired handbag girl either.

        Boarding the train is that long haired short sleeved smoker,. He has given up the square these last days, maybe he has given up smoking.

        The amount of care and attention involved in making oneself presentable is evinced by a girl in the train.

 pink running shoes, black trousers, pink

sports jacket to match, chiffon scarf, 

lipstick matching-pink and jet black hair.

That was work.

She has a black schoolbag with a pink binder showing out of it as well.

A bichromular person

-"Maesbury, leave on the right when facing in the

- direction of the trains travel..." 

day one, year two week eleven

29 Sept 2014

Worry about a machine forgotten in the yard last night. At four forty 'in the morning, go down, tidy it away. It might rain. Return to bed, and turn the alarm clock off. Shower,dry and find clothing. Shoe lacing takes time, these are boots with long laces, and are hard to lace neatly.

go and check the laptop, it gave up last night. it has still given up. Ring the repair company later. Return 'and brush the teeth. To late, but had forgotten to do it earlier.

The street is empty and foggy, the street lamps with halation and their own little rainbows according to their individual spectra.

The philatelists, Grimms and the wood art shop are all unlit in the fog. Two cars.

good morning to the old woman, the cleaner in the hoodie. Bus driver gets two fiftes and a tenner he has lots of cents now.

at the cafe service is done by a grim, serious, Anastasia. Tiny smiled tight lipped service, coffee only. The mornings struggle with the tattered buttered pretzel they has been given up, greasy fingers are no more.

The hedgehog, moustachio and a stranger are all on bar stools at a bistro-type table, chatting, with the brown haired woman with the bluejacket.

The dark haired girl arrives, in very tight black trousers and a greenish jacket. Her shoes are black high-heeled boots today, and her hair is lighter and has gone wavy. Hairdresser, slight input, hairtrim.

The train notice on the platform shows that the train will be late. It is not, but that does not matter. It is empty, comparitively speaking.

Fluoxetin is taking effect, that and hot morning drink. Elation, just enough to ignore the hiss on the tight hemisphere of the brain. A tiny headache, this keeps the balance left., 'no joy without pain.

The train is filled with more commuters at M oosbarg. It is the same story, day by day. At Freising the white lady will disembark from the first class carriage, and will board the local train, where she will travel to Neufahm.

It is Monday, and the working week is five days tong. 

day downey Sunday

systemic awakening at five in the morning, realization that it is sunday, back to sleep till light floods the window and announces the solar beginning of the day.  Bathroom and coffee,grind coffee,son at the blasted computer again, find clothes son jumps on bed. Open the window let air in to flood out the nights sleep filled air.
Daytime, just slip into this day, the elopement of time with undone plans which are no longer to be fulfilled, drink coffee black and bitter, as always, blacker and bitterer at home than elsewhere. Blog and coffee, wife's contumely for machine addiction.
Peace and quiet in the home, sounds of cars outside, worshippers in their sunday best going to Martins church for the service.
Few young people, it is an old country and an old habit

Sathairn, samedi

up at five due to the now well established habit of getting up early for work. Back to sleep again, there is no work today.
up at nine make some coffee, cannot find that milk.  Wife needs milk in her coffee. Son up, ask him. No idea.
Wife comes out and finds the milk in the refrigerator.

Silence but for the clocks and the ear whistle  hissing. The loudest clock of all is that quartz alarm clock. It is so loud that it makes sleep impossible.
unfunctional

son starts playing some game on the computer.

oh no

Take up that coffee and leave the room

day five, year two week ten

Fr, 26 Sept 2014

awaken, reach for the clock, knock, knock it over. The battery falls out, the dock is dead.

Light on, the watch shows it is five to five. Good. Got up. Find the batteries, let the clock reset itself. Bathroom and shower, towel and rub the head dry. Clothing, socks and shoes. It is time for a jacket change, winter is coming, September is getting old and cold.

The street, the cobbled lane, is bare. The two bells sound, Martins noise, metal hits met all, a large bronze bell. The friday market is being set up. Atilla's as fish and Obermeier wurst. Do their worst.. The bus stop woman, not young, maybe she cleans for someone. Her serviceable clothes lead to that assumption. Headscarf today against the chill.

The bus halts at every stop, and waits. It is too early, and running faster than usual. Later in the day it will be slower, there will be far more traffic. The two yourma girls,-one takes the money, one gives the charge the other puts on the coffee and the first one hands it out. A confusing cooperation.

The young girl makes her sandwiches in the background.

Hedgehog and Moustachio! are at their place. Moustachio! is showing off his nice new watch. The blackhaired girl collects the stool and joins them, she is joined by the mosaic maker, all leave for the platform in a group. The train is late today, there is nearly a fight to get on board, as if that would make it faster. Boredom is unhealthy, as learnt yesterday.

'The train is not overfilled, but many have their weekend suitcases with them, many spaces are taken by luggage...

That train will not make up for the time that it has lost at some obscure building site... That is no matter, it is friday.. 

day four, year two week ten

Listen to the bells go, all night, everyhour, four, every quarter, one, every half, two, every threequarter, three.
Bathroom at three bells, alarm at four, shower shave and psychopill at one, collection of items and setting of the hall clock at two.

No runner today, but the man in the red uniform is pushing an orange plastic box around, illuminated by the light shining out through the glass door of one of the last public telephone booths.
That woman, the one sitting thirty yards from the bus stop, is wearing a leopardskin patterned headscarf today. She has a sad and depressed expression. There is a quiet man waiting at the stop as well, a man with a suitcase on wheels.
The busdriver, a chatty native of a balkan state, takes his load to the station,and is late.
The brownhaired bluejacketed woman with the wide face is on the bus today, on her way to the station café.

The bus is well filled today.

There is no smoker at the station, the yellow rectangle painted on the pavemement is deserted and its environs too.
Flurry hurry in that café, one takes the order, another takes the money and yet another delivers the goods.
Anastasia tight lipped on kitchen duty fills the refrigerated display with plasic containers of fruit salads, to be sold to the health conscious railway traveller. Whilst her colleagues are both serving one customer, their coordination a disaster, she serves two, unsmiling.

Moustacio! and hedgehog, the bluejacketed brown haired woman and longblackhaired girl are there, same as for years sitting at their table, they may be there at that time for years to come.
Hissinear hissing, badwhistle, toitself. Earitch and whistle, hissy. Two women with big suitcases, drink their coffee and go for the platform, after arguing on the impossibility of clearing paper cups away. Clear the cups anyway, may be travellin far today.


"Lass den Becher nicht dort stehen?" "Ich habe keine Hand frei mit dem Koffer" "So geht das nicht"

The train leaves with a delay, after strange warnings on its public adress system of a pulled emergeny brake."Achtung! Es wurde eine Notbremse gezogen". Waddafu


The carriage sways more on this journey than those newly laid tracks should allow.

day three, year two week ten

24 Sept.2014

fitful night, unconscious at the clockssounding, that beep. Shower and teethbrush, forget to shave.

Brown trousers, grey shirt, same old shoes.

Down stairs, down corridor out at the door.

Runner, on the street, slap, slap go her shoes on the cobbles. Ponytail swinging from side to side. cyclist, foggy view of the old buildings of the town in the various colours of street lighting. There is a street cleaner blowing his nose in the public toilets at the bus stop. He has left the door to the washrooms open, and the light from the fluorescent tubes pours over the cobbles and illuminates his brilliant-orange overalls. Some shop people pass the bus stop. The automatic timetable glows in orange letters and tells of bus No1 's arrival in ten minutes. That is a long time. -Lo! Inside thirty seconds it charges its notice to four minutes. Kids would say LOL. It is just a bad prediction.

The station plaza is deserted, the smoker has gone. In the station itself there are people talking Slavic languages, squatting in a group on the floor. A strange habit, unusual here, maybe usual elsewhere.

The coffee girl is late for work today, she serves coffee in her street clothes, anorak and scarf...

The brown haired woman with the name blue jacket, the hedgehog, Moustache! stand around their usual table, Long black hair and black coat comes in, with her black handbag, and pulls a stool over to sit on. It is a barstool, she is wearing high-heeled hoots today. in the station hallway there is a woman wearing a green trilby type hat over her traditional 'Bavarian outfit, 'Maybe there is an office party at the Oktoberfest, and he has got ready early.

It is half past six in the morning, and all those in the cafe, the squatters too, go to the platforms for the train,

Fluoxetin and cafein work on board the train causing a sudden onset of drowsiness, unexpected. Bank man reading a tablet computer, ticket collector, a the train slows and stops in the pitch dark countryside, no station, just the headlights of cars on the road parallel-to the tracks.

Upon resumption of its journey, slowly, it sneaks into Moosburg. It moves as -if it were shy,-

guilty of some crime. The Moosburg platform is full of commuters, standing., waiting in the fast fading blackness of the night. 

day two, year two week ten

23.Sep 2014

Deep morning sleep, torn apart by the beep heap. Sleep, hypnotic, for ten minutes more. Waken, brush teeth clothes on. Change the jacket for a warmer one..Leave the building, late, down the street, no runner. Red-coated man, unloads a truck. All these activities in the dark morning, bakers trucks, waste removal, people hurrying to work.

The woman at the bus stop, twenty yards away, big face, flowers in her hair.

The station is bleak today, cold windy bareswept. It is not really cold, but it is the end of rumour. Moustachio! Hedgehog, the brown haired blue coated one, and the longhaired girl. She is wearing flat boots today. instead of her high-heeled platform ones. She and The brown haired one have a girl's embrace hug and back rub. Anastasia laughing and working neatly at her kitchen things in the background.

A young girl comes and asks for help with the ticket machines. The ticket machine is broken.

There is no real help for her, Robots cannoned be discussed with,and these ones do not work.

Back to The cafe, Blog for a few minutes more. Without the fat from the buttered pretzel the coffee has changed its taste. Perhaps a small biscuit would be nice. But they do not have small biscuits at Yoma's cafe.

        Too bad.

The train rushes down the platform, brakes too late today.

        The station is lit by yellow lights, and as the train leaves, there are spots of light under the lights illuminating the sidings, fading quickly into a sordid darkness, a tangle of gravel end metal, reaching to the nest spot of light around the next lantern, where a similar tangle is illuminated. On leaving the station the lights become more and more sparse, until the train is rushing through complete darkness on its run to Freising via Moosburg. 

day one, year two week ten

22.Sep.2014

It is black as the clock sounds. Blind black. Wait three minutes and go for the shower. Dry, and find clothing, Tablet and go. No watch today, the son has it so that he can keep his break times in that new school of his.... He is rather proud of that watch. Swatch.

all things together, leave for the street. The street lamp has failed. The runner,running down the middle of the lane, ponytail swinging, slap slap sound of shoes hitting the cobbles. 'good Morning'.'-'gud Morgen". Surprise. The street cleaners are busy cleaning the rubbish left by the weekends buskers festival., The bakers trucks are busy too. The sad woman is at the bus-stop, old maybe, it is hard to say. She waits on a park bench, some twenty yards away from the stop. She can see a long way down the road along which the bus will drive .The bus comes in, some get off, two get on: "A ticket for a short journey.

The station is depressing, with a deserted space before it, hundreds of bicycles come to catch the early train: Now, the café is quiet.

give up the full card today. The one kept  for emergency I.. The coffee tastes strange this day,

it does not have its usual richness.

        THE Hedgehog, Moustached!, and the woman witt the brown hair, bluecoat, black trousers, white handbag,  at their usual place under the flat-screened silent television.

        There is an orange train. out on the platform. Strange.

        The platform is cold and somewhat windy Today, dark and not pleasant. The train later then usual., Landshut is left behind in the pitch black today, although the sky is reasonably clear, showing a few stars.

A dim dawn shows as the train arrives in Freising, after having been filled to capacity in Moosburg.

This is a depressing Monday; it is foggy, cold.

and damp now. 

no gain, rain again.

at five, up, check that the alarm clock is not on? The body and the mind have got used to it, they have no concept of a weekend. The little helper last night-

helped.

Good old Zolpi!

It is light and the rain is pouring down.

Seven fifty nine, coffee on the make. Son up and active, running around in high spirits.

Coffee for the wife, made by husband, poured and to be delivered by the son.

The buskers festival in town will have a rough day of it, if the rain continues.

Ooh thank you from the bedroom.

Sunday

a rain day again

wake, personal distress, it cannot be.

the thunderstorm last night has turned to drips today.

five, sleep on now

six and seven.

tight band around the temples of the head,

sore throat, ear whistle and dizziness.

This day is not starting well, at all,

this may be because yesterday ended well.

Superstition and reality evasion!

Wife make coffee, son happy, sun may come.

day five, year two week nine

19.9.2014.

Dark awakening, there is no light from the window.

To the bathroom in the dark, shower and brush teeth..

Back to bedroom, find clothing, find the telephone.

Wait.

On the second ring of St. Martins bells, leave the hous There is noise in the town today, they are setting

up the Fridays 'market. All the stall owners have large shiny new cars... Attila the fishmonger from Cuxhaven is there,. All the market people are setting up stalls.

At the bus stop there is a man nittmg in the shelter, fast fist asleep, surrounded by heap empty bottles. There is a strong smell of beer and urine. The morning after a night out...

 That woman with a depressed expression on her-face, and a sad demeanor boards the bus. The man with his battles remains in the shelter.

The smaker with the pigtail says 'good morning' Today. The cafe waitress forgets the coffee.

"Moustachio and 'Hedgehog are standing at their table, to be joined by the mosaic maker

and her friend the black haired girl with the handbag. She is wearing cologne today, The scent fills the Café.

.0n the taking of the remains of the coffee to the platform, there are two very drunk young men in the railway underpass passageway to the platforms. They are staggering badly, and tending each other support and laugh at everything. including themselves.

the railways are punctual and fast today.

It is the last day of the working week. 

day four, year two week nine

Too early to bed, overearly wakening. Listen to the first two jets fly into Munich airport. They are loud today. The shower is to hot , or too cold. Clothing.
Leave the housse as martin's bell sounds once. There is a strange tent from spain in gront of the church, held in place by many ropes fixed to huge waterfilled plastic containers. There were spanish workers setting it up yesterday. Time will divulge its purpose.
There are more trucks than usual in the main streeet, the Bachmeier bakery has two in fornt of it now. Men in white coats are unloading more bakery products, more than usually.
There is a tiny crescent moon to be seen over the town gates, when looking back from the bus stop. The street lights are much, much brighter.
The bus driver is a cheery man, he knows the fare before he is asked,
There have been no groups of shop people today. The smoker outside the square, the man with the hair, does not say his usual "morgen" today. The café, they have the buttered pretzel ready on hand today, before any requests.
Are thoughts being read on this day? Unlikely.
The young girl behind the counter slices tomatoes diligently and precisely. She is using a machine that works like an egg slicer. One chop, and the tomato is in six slices. Anastasia Expressionless, mind miles off, to all appearances.
That Hedgehog and ¡moustachio! are there, to be joined by the blackhaired girl with her handbag, the one who always drags a stool across the room to then perch upon it. She used just to put her bag down on it, but now she perches there with it on her knees.
At six, go to the railway platform. It is a cloudless  Thursday, and there is a faint pre-dawn golow in the sky behind the steam rising from the atomic power plant to the east.
The carriage has a young woman with her stockinged feet on the opposite seat. She may leave them there, she looks comfortable.
There is an announcement that the broken bridge in Moosach has been repaired, and that all train serveices are running as normal.

day three, year two week nine

17.9.2014

        Beep-broken dreams try to keep Hypnos alive by telling lies and stories. But the beeping clock is persistent, and sleep fails. Shower and pill, wash teeth and brush hair. The wife is awake, she would rather be asleep.

When dressed and combed, leave the house. There are voices outside today, a young couple walks past hand in hand.

        at the philatelists shop a woman jogs past in the opposite direction. Her early morning exercises, like yesterday. Running intently, ponytail swinging from side to side with every stride.

        All the shop people crossing the bridge, to be seen from the early bus. They are discussing avidly, there is a new person in the group. The bus crosses the bridge and enters the Liwtpotd Hoarse, that long straight road heading almost all of the way to the railway station. The street is full of red traffic lghts, and the angry red brake lights, of stopping cars.

A mass of red lights in the, sleeping town.

        goodbye bus driver, hello to the ex-square pigtailed smoker.

        The cafe has friendly service, the same breakfast as every train-travelling workday,. The cafe girls are being intently questioned by a young russian, trying to make a more personal contact.

        Mioustachio! and Hedgehog, chatting at their table, to be joined by the blackhaired handbag girl, who takes a stool' to sit on, then handbag an her knees...

        Wait for the arrivals to leave the carriage, to be on first. a worthwhile experience... The light on the platform is all artificial now, there is no daylight yet. The train - full of commuters, all listening to their telephones and tablets, or reading.

        One writing.

        Dawn hours as Moosturg is left behind, the train progresses at a slow pace through all the villages, almost stopping. Then actually stopping at a village  it normally never stops in.

        Langenbach.... A very quiet voice on the speaker says that there are delays in the service because of a damaged signal.

        We may he late to work today.

        It will be dawn in Fneiring,  a silent autumnal dawn. The coffee cup of paper was crushed and put into a waste receptable before the train arrived in Moosburg.

        These notes are written before it has reached Fry ising. 

day two, year two week nine

16 sep 2014

        Phantom alarm half past four. The sound of an early bird blew in through the window. The birdsong outside has gone with the light.

        Shower, wash, dry. Tablet, like all days. Like all workdays..

        The street has a new sound, a rumble over the cobblestones and the whirr of an electric motor.

A scooter, or an assisted bicycle with an electric motor. Fast and silent, compared to a two-stroke engine. The leather shop has had a new shipment of leather in, the skins are all over the inside of the shop. The shop window has a pleasant display itself.

        Bachmeier and Maricia bakery trucks are in the main street, delivering raw products to their respective bakeries.

        alone at the bus stop, watch the river slide past, visible only because of the streaks of light reflected in its surface from the street lamp's glow. It is sinister in its silence, there is no bird song. It is warm, but uninviting.

        The bus ride, over almost before it has really begun, the station in the dark with the coaches pulling in and out of their parking- spots, huge, and looming. There position may be identified by the reflection of wayside lamps in their shiny exteriors, and by the occlusion of the light from the windows of the railway stations brightly lit interior by their mass. A data net built up out of assumptions and hnowl ledge at what is before one. What a painter would describe would be different from what a photographic camera would show.

The cafe girls have a chirpy friendliness offensive. Today.

        The coffee is good.

The Hedgehog and the black-haired girl with the handbag are at their table.

Talking.

Train overcrowded, the holidays are over for many: School starts today. The young man goes to secondary school today. He is ten years old, and needs to make decisions affecting the rest of his life.

NOW!!! SOFORT!

EFFIZIENZ! ELITEN.

ELITEN MACHEN! 

AUSLÄNDER ZAHLEN MÜSSEN!

the ugliness of the blackness and shortsighted bleakness of bavarian politics

day one, year two week nine

15 sep 2014

switch fumbling, keep off, bedside lamp on. Monday

Slower and wash and shave, shoes bag watch and glasses.

The street sleeps in the dark, there is no trace of dawn any more.

A marmalade cat walks by the church, as seen on friday at the same time. The cat has a regular round. 

There is one truck in front of Maveis bakery, and no one at the bus stop. The automatic notice board shoes two busses in its yellowish orange letters.

        Maybe the timetable has been charged.:

        The bus driver has changed from the last time.

The station's plaza is deserted, not even a single smoker to be seen.

        Both waitresses say good morning simultaneously, and break into laughter. It is a quiet monday. The bonus card is full today, the coffee is free. Hedgehog and Moustache! are both talking at their regular table, they are joined by the blackbird, haired handbag girl. They talk of others who are on holidays, or -ill, or.... not there anyway. The longhaired smoker with his pigtail is now there, friendly, good-humoured, in his short-sleeved way... The train is a few minutes late... When-it-comes in, at eight minutes past six, it is full. There is not a single seat free.

After Hooting there are people Harding, there are many more people than usually..

The dark pre-dawn light starts to show before the train reaches Freising, it having caught up with the lost time.

apart from the brief flicker of the winter time change, it will be dark in the mornings untill next year. 

fifty nine today.

Sons alarm sounds.
Son switches it off.

Good.

Seven a.m. on a Sunday.
Too early.
Sleep on.
At eight, get up.
clothes on.
Son on computer.
A....
oh well

Go to bakery.
get bread.
go home
make coffee.

Read mail
Wife wishes happy birthday.

blog.
blug

sixth day eighth week in the second year

early early alarm clock, sounds distant, sounds impatient, unending.
think of the neighbors, son trying to make time again, failing, ignores the alarm, sleeps on.
The mind is willing, the body sleeps.
Tell him to shut it down, his drowsy head, sleepy mind, don't react.
Slowly wakens, looks bewildered.
Big grin, finds clock, alarm off, back to sleep.


Awakens everybody but himself.

Back to bed, back to sleep.
It is six in the morning, his intentions were good, supposedly.


Sleep till the six is inverted, nine.
Tidy the kitchen make coffee.

discussions about new stove,
the weekend will be gone before the half of it is done.

day five, year two week eight

12.9.2014

Sleep with a little helper from the good doctor. Beeply wakening wash, hush, brush, make and do.

Winter shoes and jacket. Rain pouring outside, gurgling in the gutters.

        In the street there is a big car with Rockwool loaded.

Somebody is renovating, or getting their house ready for the winter. It is the house with the LED-Illumination, the car has polish plates..

        The black shoulder bag gives away suddenly, small metal connector has worn out after ten years of use.. The bag can he fixed at the bus stop, carry it through the growing Friday market, all wet and sodden today.

Give the chatty bus driver his money, and get driven to the station. The pig-tailed smoker is under the station's awning today, to protect himself from the rain. Yormcis has miles today, all are friendly. Anastasi seems to be running the show now.

        The ex Hedgehog, the brown haired black jacketed woman are there, also the skulking young man from the guesthouse. From the other night, some' time ago. He is there, depressed and unhappy as always.

        Finish the food, throw away the bag go to the platform, board the train. Today is a day on which people take their shoes off to put their feet on the seat opposite. So long as there are seats free there is no harm in-that.... The girl opposite, across the gangway, black trousers, black blouse, beige jacket, beige shoes, black hair, caucasian beige face, displays green fluorescent towelling socks in this way. She has a beige- handbag too.. She knows how to make herself comfortable, and none of the seat- searchers in Mooshuwg dare disturb her. Is she wearing other green fluorescent clothes, or is it just the socks. Such perfektion so perfectly marred.

        A women boards the train at Moosbhuwg and commences to do esoteric-looking calesthenics in the corridor with a blue and white cloth chiffon scarf over her head. Strange. She does this every day, everyone ignores her. It looks strange, she appears oblivious of her surroundings. 
Freising is rainy too

day four, year two week eight

11.9.2014
silence the beep direct from sleep. Shower half asleep. Find clothes get dressed, leave the house. Almost in one movement.
Late today, later than usual. The bus and its loquacious driver.

He takes his money and wishes good morning. 

There is no smoker in the square. Anastasia smiles good morning too!

        The Hedgehog's hair has grown, he no longer looks like a hedgehog.  Moustaehio! as badly shaven, as ever. The brown haired black coated woman is wearing a yellow scarf, matching the paper cup in front of her... Yorma-yellow scarf...

        The train will be diverted, because of a broken bridge.. long before it reaches Munich. As the announcement is made, there is a loud scream from the platform's end. Probably someone who has just understood that their plans need to change.

The darkness outside is broken by the orange lights of the sodium street illumination. There are occasional mercury-vapour-lamps, and vehicle headlight, but most of the lights are there radium lamps, with their narrow cut spectrum of reddish-orange tight.

Some minutes later, as the Train reads approaches Moos terry, the sky starts to tighten. The day will be overcast, The weather forecast predicts colder weather. November will be colder. And February will be revolting as in every year.

The months in between may have their moments.

In Marsburg the train fills with further passengers, before it accelerates into the rapidly brightening day.

The houses outside glow blue in the dawn light, Those that are white, glow. The others jus look depressing.

The roadside trees bordering the federal road look like a toymakers dream, a phony landscape in silhouette...

Freising will be its usual welcoming self, with early morning faces on people rushing and pushing to be on time. To be on time for a delayed train. 

day three, year two week eight

See the dim predawn light, or is it the reflection of the waning moon?
Get up, bathroom and shower, shave. Find the watch and the recovered glasses. Top button gone on the shirt.
Out of the door , down the street. Philatelists shop with numismatic supplies in the dim street lights and the light from the moon that was full early yesterday morning. Kitchen supplies, perfumes watches and books.
No grocery store available.
The light from the moon is still bright.
As the bus approaches, so does one of the group of office people. A woman with short dark hair. She looks angry. The rest of the group pass some seconds later, discussing. Discussing what? A five forty AM fight?
The bus driver gets the change confused. He is the man with the glove again.

The smoker at the station has one conformist foot inside that square. The other foot remains outside.

Yormas are friendly, but tired.

A pigeon walks into the café.
It struts about.
The Hedgehog looks.
The brown haired woman looks.
The pigeon struts out again.

Leave the cafe and the pigeon for the platform.
The train leaves Landshut station in its turn.

Rolls out through a landscape that appears to be darkening before the dawn.

day two, year two week eight

9.9.2014

Wake and shower.. It is dark. The summer light is probably gone until next year. Dry and dress, cannot find the glasses. Search.

Use the other ones.

The street is damp, it starting to rain..

The church entrance is lit, and in that light looks sinister, and shadowy, with all these saints showing their symbol-fraught expressions on their stone faces.

        grimms shop opposite its sign in roman Capital Type,,. The English meaning of the white backlit letters on a rough-plastered grey wall springs to mind:

The days driver has his rubber glove on today, he is the rubber glove man. He drives the bus to the station and there is the pigtailed smoker. 

Guten Morgen.

The cafe is the name as always, as everyday. Were it different, it would be a shock.

The service is different, service nervous. Too many people getting in each others way. telling each  other what to do. Hedgy is there, chatting to the brown-dyed black-coated woman. None of the others are there today.

The coffee tastes strange today and the pretzel tis soggy. Nobody ever said that people do not make a difference, but much of a difference?

The way to the platform is interspersed with puddles of water... Otherwise dry. It is as if water had been spilt there, but it is most likely to be rain leaking through the old concrete from the tracks above.

With ten minutes delay the train rolls in. Apologies on the loudspeakers. On the way to Moosturg there are stoppages, and the damp occluded morning has time to unfold over the miserably washed landscape. At six twenty five the train finally reaches Mossburg, later than it should be.

The train permits this account to be written, it would be impossible to write in a car. Dictation might- be a solution....

Sleepers are what the wheels roll on, and sleepers inhabit the railway carriage. 

day one, year two week eight

dark.
hear son.
hear bathroom door.
hear flush.
hear son.
lights on.
dim

four thirty.
sleep on.
beep noise.
five in the morning.

shower, toothfresh.
dry self, clothes on.


son up
son lively.
too early.
early riser,
early to bed.


search for wallet.
leave house.
car day.

Monday

head buzzing,

no reason for it.
at all.
unfair

seven two seven

blue clear light from a blue clear sky.
waken
look at the ceiling of rough white plaster painted white,
Reflections
calm his huss tinnitus.
Quiet out, it being Sunday.
The room with the yellow light.
Coffee maker.
Toilet.
A lonely morning
This seventh day of the week,
and the month.

saturgrey

No wish to get up 

only reason for that 

is not to remain in bed.

Listen to the clock tick

Tock.

The day is a grey,

Threatening

day.

day five, year two week seven

5.9.2014

alarm dock beep.

Button. light.

Bathroom.

Hypnos evicted.

Martins tells.

Tells with bells.

two Bell toll hour half whole.

Hells Bells!

Street!!

In the main street there are markets. A woman selling wreaths before a table full of wreaths.... It being five thirty, people are setting up their stalls, wurst and vegetables.

Edibles.

There is one woman smoking at the bus stop.

Those three shop girls pass, discussing psychology today. No man in sight.

The bus driver is friendly, as every day. The bus is highly lit, like an americium ice cream shop. All the lights are on, glaring. Some days off, some days on.

The smoker outside the square. Good Morning, and "Moken"..

The order at the cafe is made, the man says "only butter ?". The wish is expressed that a pretzel would be nice too. That is funny, and the man laughs. Coffee, change, and a stamp in the discount card.

There is a stranger in the cafe today, and he has occupied the table always occupied hitherto by the Hedgehog, Mons Tarkio! (OCR for Moustachio!) and the others.

The black anorak and the brown dyed hair lady have had to move. There is no Hedgehog, no M oust aehio today. The handbag girl turns up trim as ever. She is visibly disturbed by the change. They talk until the mosaic maker arrives, and all leave in a group for the platform.

Hierogrammatist

The steps to the tunnel under the rails have three black and dayglo posters advertising an 'Erotik Messe" in Ingolstadt at their foot. The orange letters are so fluorescent, the type so badly  chosen, that it may be mistaken,f misread, as "GROTTY MESS" Try to imagine the things-shown at an erotic

trade fair! Maybe it is not a mistake.

give it up.

A dwarf climbs the stairs ahead. She is proud and self assured. She has to raise her feet really high to reach each step.

- Being normal, normality in someone so visibly different, no idea what her feelings for the world are, a word looking up to see the waist of the others, and knowing that they see the top of your head first.

tinstus quiet.
train on time.

work will not run away.

day four, year two week seven

'4.9.2014

Up, five, tablet, shower. Just a string of words, no verb. The tinnitus has gone, it has changed. The Earwhistle has become silent.

Interesting. Clothes on, the mustard shirt again, and the red laced shoes.

There is one person at the bus stop, she is looking at her mobile telephone. The three shop workers pass, he says good morning, the others look askance.

The smoker with the hair outside the square. "Mogen". "mong"

greetings.

Mexican waitress at the cafe. She is slow, but will get faster. She speaks German, with just a slight accent.

Moustachio!, Hedgehog, the 'woman in the black anorak. They sit around their table; the black haired girl arrives with her handbag.

A man comes looking for change. Change of a fifty. Nobody can help. The man at the cafe refuses. Says that he may not. Maybe he just does not have the honesty to say that he does not want to.

The train is punctual, and  the sky is brightening as we reach the chemicals plant..

Later dawn in oosbury station, with its hundreds of bicycles in the multi-storey parking complex.

Today is not the day of the despondent correspondent. 

Earwhistler tin HissyTUS's back

shit

day three, year two week seven

Wed 3.9.2014

        gas meter repair is a tricky thing, the coins fall into a slot, move mechanical things. The gas meter in the shed is a particular one. It has electronics in it. These beep when coins are put in. Beep Beep.

        It is five a-m, time for a tablet, a shower, an end of idiotic dreams. Thirty years ago there was a encounter with a gas meter, in a flat in Dublin. It definitely had no electronics in it.

        Down the stairs, out past the yellow bags put out last night, down the dark street.

        The bus stop is deserted. Three shop workers pass, Talking shop. Man and two women.

        No smoker today. The young man at the cafe is getting faster every day..

        The Hedgehog waits, and soon the woman in black arrives with  her newspaper. Then the handbag girl, in blue jeans today. A strangr man dressed in a black working suit with short trousers talks to the Hedgehog, gives none money.

The mosaic maker comes, and they all go.

The train is a little late, but it does not matter to anyone. The trains window shows a man sleeping, wearing a black suit with a black waistcoat, gold watch chain and a paisley tie. This man

is a first class passenger.

Leave Landshut in a dim twilight today, the fluorescent light of the carriages interior glaring against the dim blue of the oncoming day.

Moosburg is still dimly lit, again fluorescents everywhere. A huge: orange and yellow sign advertises a supermarket.

A man sits down opposite, a young man, black- rimmed glasses, of most tidy appearance. He is a bit like a onetime minister for defense here. He reads his newspaper, a weekly one. By appearance he takes it with him every day, for almost a week now. A dog-eared newspaper

The day is tighter now, the sky wintry blue grey, dim and depressing.  It looks damp.

day two, year two week seven

        Tuesday, September 2, 2014
bib and jump,shock, tablet and water.
        Tablet has a cross on it, they are break marks.
        Bite.
        Breaks.
        How interesting!
        water, bathroom, shower. Hair unruly, it is freshly cut, last Saturday.
        Find the clothing, gather pieces.
        Blue suede slippers today.'
        The four shops in church lane all have lit window displays, Goldie with her clothes, the bookshop and the leather shop. Nice little shops, run with loving care and attention. They are nice little shops. There is also the blue bears second hand shop 'too, but it is easily forgotten... Or maybe overlooked.
        'Bus stop is deserted, no person at all.
        Four voluble women pass with a silent man. One ot the women is carrying a tray covered in tin foil, maybe cake. Who knows.
        The man wishes good morning, and they pass. clatter, repeat and giggle.
        The bus is dark today, the inside lights- are not on. This is good for the eyes, but one does need to be care full and find an-empty neat.
        The smoker without the square, smokes, with ponytailed hair, and he says good morning.
        The 'Yorma-man is getting better at his job already.
The Hedgehog, Moustachio, the longhaired plus bag girl is there, so is the woman with the black hair and the black clothes. All talking about the snows. The headline is a story of some football star telling the story of sexual abuse he suffered from his father, when a child.
 After  breakfast: "battered bread and salt... Leave for the train as the mosaic maker arrives.
It is one minute past six.
The train leaves with a great sense of hurry.
It is much faster than usual.
It is past Moosbug before the dawn breaks showing a cloudy sky that is keeping its rain for another time. 

day one, year two week seven

clock on the floor, turn the sound off. Tablet, water, shower,

all in order.

Black trouser day.

Monday. Streets dry.

Set the hall dock, and eat an apple.

such is one way to start the day.

On the daily path to the bus stop pass the leather shop. It still has lights left behind by the importer of LED's from Poland. It is a pleasant store, constantly changing its display.

        Past the church, in the main street, a woman struts across the cobblestones in white high heeled boots, jeans, and a white leather jacket.

        Just before the town gate Here are too women with rain clothes on, smoking and chatting. And at the bus stop two more approach, the one singing her troubles away.

        loudly..

        The smoker is at his square, stroking his mart phone. He does not look up. Leave him alone, undisturbed.

        The Yovmas person is new on the job. He is quickly flustered, trying to multitask, without even being able to do one thing right at one time.

        Wait for my coffee. Anastasia comes over and gives it to me, a big smile and good morning. 

The day is saved. The Hedgehog, the black haired girl with the handbag, the shop woman, are all there. They are joined by the mosaic maker, in a fresh overall

        Holiday Times are drawing to an and.

        The winters workpeople are on board today.

There are more people on board today.

as well.