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.
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