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.
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.
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