day one week eighteen two thousand and fourteen

17- November 2014

Doze, not sleep. Clock stops that, the dock is stopped in turn. Tablet, water, and slower, teeth cleaned.

Find clothes socks shoes, search for pen.  It is not a good day, it is cold, and Hypnos, Morpheus and company where not so generous.

Walking down the street hear two faint bells. Then shortly afterward the heavy bell, the deep toll of St Martins Church in Landshut, the tallest brick built tower in the world.

Mareis track is vaguely homicidal today, driving' fast and with small regard for those traffic regulations in place. It is early, nobody is looking, the man is in a hurry..

. In a hurry, in his lorry, drives an angry baker.....

Bus stop signpost says six minutes. The Isar is smooth, relaxed, there is not no much water in it today. Dolores, on her perch thirty yards away,  gets up as the bus approaches.

good mornings, bus gets its passengers, driver gets his money, Christus Kirche, Stadtpark, one more stop and then Haupthahnhof.

That garish woman smoking in the square, different clothes on every day. She must have a very large wardrobe.

Anastasia looks tired today, an impeccable little service robot, next please, thou looking, without looking,flushed face, still really fast.

It Must be Monday, the first day of the working week. Lid on the coffee, go to the table, small round tall table, as every day. There is !Moustache¡, alone. The long black haired handbag girl appears, they talk, it is time to go.

Ankunft donau Isar express auf gleis sechs abfahrt um sex uhr acht. Vorsicht bei der einfahrt. Up the stairs, Train arrives, enter, find seat

The same carry-on as last week, and the weeks before that.

Regular times, regular sequences, regular money. All regular, all regulated.

Moosburg, the train stops and people get on. Without further ado the train is on its way. The people from Homburg do not get a welcoming public adress transmitted speech from the train attendant as these do who board at Landshut. It is only ten minutes down the line, but by now the railway travellers have turned to commuters, just "pendler', people with a pendulum motion between home and office and back home again at a later, post-work time.

The Train rolls on to Freising.

The white lady will most likely be there, copmplaining of tiredness.

As so often.. She takes her jobseriously.

'Niichste Nation Freezing"

and so forth and so on and on