day four week twenty two two thousand and fourteen

18, 12.2014. 6:46

       

four beeps, digitally displayed figures  showing in the dark.

Turn it off with care, sit up, light on.

Now, what did the doctor say? one little pill for the face, one bigger pill for the mind, one for the wife, the sun pill. 'Now go for the bower, then cream the rosacea face. If this goes on much further there will be no need for breakfast.Get dressed, electric shaver, leave the house. Unconscious walking, passing under the gate, the two Italian women approaching from the bridge over the river,. The one is so overweight that she can barely balance on her heels, waddling, almost.

Wait for the bus, alone today.

The railway station Bicycles lying about in front of

the railway station block the usual thoroughfare, be careful. There is no-one smoking outside, it is raining.

Inside, at the cafe, a scene of gaiety, and laughter. A railway man, a train driver joking with the girls. He is cheerful and friendly, in no way overdoing it. Anastasia and The blond one, both amused and cheerful.  Coffee taken, the Italian man in his grey working overalls buys his croissant

Pausing to collect a lid for the paper cup, go into the cafes, good morning hedgehog, Moustachio. Both under the silent TV with a copy of the Bild. Italian arrives too, settles down to tearing his croissant bag to display the contents. He always tears the bag open. Is that typical of Italians?

Laughter and gaiety from the counter. 'Have they perhaps been taking something special today?

Or is it because of the cheerful train driver? He has gone now.

who knows.?

Say good morning to the pig tailed maker, he grants "Mogen"...

        Platform is not as full as it commonly is, many are already on their christmas holidays. Train rushes in, brakes later, passengers-to-bes see all their carefully- made plans for advantageous, pre planned boarding destroyed, rushing down the platform chasing the passing doors. Sometimes you would think that they would do murder to be the one to board first.

        Step forward, turn right, train finally stops. Doors open, people get out.

- Onboard first, no chasing, no pushing, nothing-

Luck will beat planning and scheming any day.

The train is roomy and peaceful today

Wildo has a well-lit table all to himself now,.