day fve week sixteen two thousand and fourteen

7.11.2014

The noise what is it, it is not that late. It is, so it is, so shut up that irritated noise, that beep, take a pill drink some water put the light on get dressed go to the bathroom

slow down

check the clock, find the glasses, comb the hair,-leave the house. Pack away the umbrella look at that leather shop. Market day today, stalls and mobile stands every where, people working, oversized delivery truck. Butchers, bakers and flower wreath makers.

Down past the town gates see the number four bus pass, Dolores sitting on the bench.. Man feeds the ducks on the path by the wall along the river bits of bread and stuff from a plastic bag.

'A man speaks to Dolores and runs down the road. Gets into a car. fifty yards away, comes driving down the street at high-speed and opens the cars door, she steps in, rush away what is going on?

The bus arrives, the bus driver drives it after collecting the cash for the fare.

The station has no smokers out front today, a young woman shouting into her mobile phone about transport patterns stands under the awning instead. Chirpy Anastasia in the cafe, friendly, fast, efficient nice.

Nothing wrong with that now.

Hedgehog and !Moustuehio¡ talk at their table.

Talk fast, talk now-Talk everyday..

        ttnder the platforms, then up the stairs.

- The train is on time, it is the only one, the rest are arstrike -struck.

        musburg platform is full again, clattering people getting in 

Not that many after all, they are just noisy.

The train is noontime, probably due to the strike. It was never no punctual, there is no other traffic on the rails...

        Friday.