day four week eighteen two thousand and fourteen

20.11.2014

Choking sleep, sleep no sleep, no refreshment. Some need the window open, some like it cold.

Up again, fresh clothes. Find jacket, somehow the time goes. Two martins bells, time to go. The little Ato keeps time perfectly .Free paper, on the doorstep, wet now. Maybe a passing dog, maybe the rain. Not a soul around, just a shadow turning the corner, hurrying. Cars speeding past The bus stop, anarchic. Dolores approaches out of the distance, slouch, leopard shin handbag, sloppy boots....

Wait.

                Bus comes in, today is the day of the garrulous driver, making jokes about the money, about the fares. Such humour: The sound of somebody else's headphones, listen to the squeak rattle and pop. It would drive you insane, mad, anything but half heard bits of music with the beats reduced to spits coming out of the wrong end of a pair of earphones. There but not there. Loud enough to be disturbing, too silent to listen to..

        The pigtailed smoker, left of the yellow square, gives a hearty ""Mawgan''. Do the same for him and stride on to the station, need a cup of coffee.

        There we have it!A huge headshaven bloke behind the counter, with.that capless eyeshade in yellow that the girls wear too. The man is wearing sports shoes, not boots. He is alone and slow, so he calls for help.

        A depressive gentleman in a like attire, just crumpled, comes around the corner. The whole man seems crumpled, like an insect fresh from its pupa. With a lethargic took he

        1)  takes his money

        2) gives a stamp

        3) puts on the coffee,

        4)  gives the change,

        5)  serves another

        6) places the coffee-on the-counter with a grunt. 

All done.

        Slow, and surly glances out of an unwashed face.

       ! Moustache ¡and Hedgehog, chatting away, under the television silently showing scenes from some incredibly brutal science fiction film. Hedgehog has his skullcap cap on-his head, over the crown of his head.

       ! Moustache ¡ is flirting with the slightly larger, talk- alive waitress, who has turned up late, and is trying to clean up the mess untouched hitherto by those two gentlemen, who are still getting in each others way serving customers..

        Leave for the platform, the train from Rosenheim is just coming in. Small train, diesel driven. That route has not been electrified. Coming up to the plaform on the granite steps, hear the Agidls  coming in fromt Ingolstadt,-punctual and gray.

        The six o eight to Munich is being announced, and it rushes along the platform two minutes

later.

a woman is knitting in the seat opposite. grey wool, large pattern.

She talks. You can talk whilst knitting.

It is more difficult when you write. Different occupations, different people..