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.