day two week seventeen two thousand and fourteen

11.11.2014

slow morning, before dawn. Time to go, time to get ready. Shower, brush hair. Clothing. The clock is not working properly It runs too slow.

Five thirty hurrying down the street, past the church's impressive rear window, past the bakers trucks, Marais and Bachmeier, unloading their goods, and down to the bus stop.. Wish Dolores her good morning, and wait. Dolores has her fake leopards skin handbag with her today. 

There is just enough change for the bus driver, a man with humour.

Christus kirk, Stadt park, so on untill Huvpthahnh0f. The Elderly young gir is on the smokers square, with her colourful coat, with a print of a face between the shoulderblades , the cut of her coat is like that of the television cartoon's little prince. 

Anastasia, fast. The cafe runs better with her, then with the others.

        !Moastadhioo¡, alone in the cafe with the silent television showing some film of madmen crossing the Victoria falls on a tightrope. This is not a practicable way to get to work on a daily basis .

        The small dock is inaccurate again. It is six. Train time. city commuters with their computers,. Their tablets with 'many pictures and few tesxs. One computer, two tablets, a mobile' phone with earplugs, and finally an old fashioned newspaper...

        Today is a slow day.