End of dreams, muffled beep. The clock under a sock. Remove sock, clock off, doze.
Dream.
Two minutes tater, awaken, take the sleeping clothes, bathroom, shower.
The shower head bursts, silly flimsy cheap plastic construcktion, goes well when bought, then it just dies, and breaks. Sprays ice cold water all over the bathroom in its first spasm to release the built-up pressure, before turning into an incompetent dribble.
Clean body mash hair, brush teeth, too la too, Find clothes, gather the money for the fare. Son up, urgent desire,need for the bathroom facilities, still half asleep, says goodnight. Back to bed, back to sleep, two hours more. Downstairs, out into the church lane hurry on see nothing. Past the church, see Grimm store with bicycles in front of it. A single lamp lights the shop's sign. Down past the town gates, car runs up from the rear, swerves. Fast security person, fall of the importance of his job,
good Morning. Dolores; her accent could be eastern European, maybe Balkan. She drags herself to the bus, pays the driver. She only goes to Hofackerweg one stop earlier than the railway station.
Ländtorplatz, Christ us Kirche, Stadt park, Hofaeherweg Hauptbahnhof. The daily run early in the morning with themunicipal bus service.
Anastasia, neat, fast efficient, puts on the coffee forgets nobody. Des Werden Der Jurgen hotwireleiterin.
There is a broken beer bottle won the ground, and on t drain, in the underpass. A late last night, celebration, a party perhaps. The beer has gone down the drain, the battle broken bottle bits did not .
By the time this has been written, Moosbug is past, and Freising is nearing... Monday proceedings, the weeks is starting its trot...
A shy head whistle, then the train rounds its horn. Slows down, speeds up, on it's way. Two things that have nothing to do with one another.
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