day three year two week fourteen

22.10.2014

five.

signal, wake up. Bathroom, shower, water is good. Wash and go, ready to start, find glasses, set clock. Sit. Catch breath, ready to go.

The street is dry after that last nights storm, that caused banging of doors in the night. The two bells from the Ursuline convent, or is it st. Jodoks? sound. On the way, past the pollards defining the pedestrian zone, Martins deeper bells sound. The storm removed the awning on the front of the Martins church, uncovering the scaffolding belonging to the people restoring the entry portal. That must have been the cause for the fire brigade heard  after the storm. It was a very large tarpaulin, and it is a very large scaffolding,

The old lady is at the bus, sitting in the shelter, torn clothes, and a miserable expression. People, shop girls, pass. Maybe they work in the bakeries, there are enough of them in the main street to employ a small army. 

The bus rushing, speeds, stop a starts. The bus driver patiently tells out the change for one who boards with only a large banknote, no change.

The smoker, his rucksack, and his defiant stand on the borderline of the yellow marking, a square-reserved for those who smoke. "Mogem""Magen".

The big girl at the cafe, joking and passing the time of day, chatting with her customers. She is slow because of this. There is nothing to be said against friendliness, but who wants to wait?

a young lad with a motorcycle helmet is now in the cafe, blocking the tables. Moustaohio!, Hedgehog and the longhaired bag girl, all there, all chatting. Coffee and:

The tablet, the mornings little helper, was-forgot t today. There 'n. something written on the' description of the medicine about a serious risk of suicidal behaviour in such a case. This will be interesting.

The train is standing ready an the platform. There are not many seats free, no knowing why...

The loudspeakers explain that the tracks have been closed due to damage from last night's storms. The other half of the train has been diverted, will go a long way around..

The short train is filled to bursting at Moosburg, there are people standing in the aisles wearing bitter expressions. Will it he possible to leave the carriage without fighting the way?

Now it is time for Freising, the rest of the day will begin.