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
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