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..