Nightmare choking, rumbles screaming abuse, alarm sound, breathgasping tinnitus whisle.
Recover.
Light on, pills in, start up, pyjamas off, bathroom.
Shower, dry,okay. One bell sounds outside it being quarter past the hour. Return to bedroom, get clothing, find shoes, search for glasses all over the place, find glasses, leave the building.
two tinny-sounding church bells from the jesuit's church, walking down the lane seconds later the sound of the two big bells of Saint Martins.
Church windows that are tall and slim, gothic; illuminated from inside with yellow light.
Somebody forgot to turn off the light.
Rumbling cars on the cobbles, big trucks, all trying to get their jobs done before the first customers arrive.
Chrismas lights everywhere, on the walls, hanging over the street, in the windows; looking the worse for the lack of snow.
In the shelter at the bus stop there is a really strong smell of shit today. Overpoweringly strong. Looking out through the glass back of the shelter two large heaps of what is probably dogshit are visible on the grass shining black in the lamplight from the streetlights. If they are not dogshit........ who knows what?
Leave the shelter before the smell becomes a habitant of the nose and is an accompaniment for the rest of the day.
It is good that it is not raining. Office people pass, all talking wildly, one man with two women. Those two heavily built women pass again, black hair, sad expressions. Both with dark jackets, and one with a floral black and white pattern on her leggings. These are of that warm type, midway between tight trousers and stockings.
Two persons board the bus, wildo last.
one Euro and ten Cents. That is the fare. Fair.
Cross the station square, enter that building.
Greetings from Anastasia are a big and charming smile, the like of which has been invisible for the last months. A cheerful, happy and friendly smile showing a neat row of white teeth.
All she said was
"Guten Morgen"
....and it was so.
Postman playing with his mobile at the bistro-style table in the cafe, hedgehog and ¡m! at another table talking and flirting with the big blonde waitress.
A pen, bought at the newsagent, lands in the pocket of the shirt.
On returning from the newsagent the pig tail man standing in the corner wishes good morning. He is indoors today, wearing a big grin for some reason.
The longhaired black dressed, stool-dragging girl arrives, her open hair is not black anymore but brown with blonde streaks.
Bleach?
Whilst on the platform there is a strange announcement over the public address system informing travellers that the train for munich will be leaving from platform six TODAY.
Up untill today it normally did that, every day.
Then another pre-recorded voice informs that the train will be leaving from platform eight.
Everyone down the stairs, into the tunnel, up the steps and onto the oldest platform in the station.
Train comes in, blowing its whistle
Climb aboard, the platform is a very low one. Drink the coffeee togo standing.
Sit down.
At Moosburg a man reeking of garlic gets in and sits down one row back.
There is no such thing as continuous good luck.
Recover.
Light on, pills in, start up, pyjamas off, bathroom.
Shower, dry,okay. One bell sounds outside it being quarter past the hour. Return to bedroom, get clothing, find shoes, search for glasses all over the place, find glasses, leave the building.
two tinny-sounding church bells from the jesuit's church, walking down the lane seconds later the sound of the two big bells of Saint Martins.
Church windows that are tall and slim, gothic; illuminated from inside with yellow light.
Somebody forgot to turn off the light.
Rumbling cars on the cobbles, big trucks, all trying to get their jobs done before the first customers arrive.
Chrismas lights everywhere, on the walls, hanging over the street, in the windows; looking the worse for the lack of snow.
In the shelter at the bus stop there is a really strong smell of shit today. Overpoweringly strong. Looking out through the glass back of the shelter two large heaps of what is probably dogshit are visible on the grass shining black in the lamplight from the streetlights. If they are not dogshit........ who knows what?
Leave the shelter before the smell becomes a habitant of the nose and is an accompaniment for the rest of the day.
It is good that it is not raining. Office people pass, all talking wildly, one man with two women. Those two heavily built women pass again, black hair, sad expressions. Both with dark jackets, and one with a floral black and white pattern on her leggings. These are of that warm type, midway between tight trousers and stockings.
Two persons board the bus, wildo last.
one Euro and ten Cents. That is the fare. Fair.
Cross the station square, enter that building.
Greetings from Anastasia are a big and charming smile, the like of which has been invisible for the last months. A cheerful, happy and friendly smile showing a neat row of white teeth.
All she said was
"Guten Morgen"
....and it was so.
Postman playing with his mobile at the bistro-style table in the cafe, hedgehog and ¡m! at another table talking and flirting with the big blonde waitress.
A pen, bought at the newsagent, lands in the pocket of the shirt.
On returning from the newsagent the pig tail man standing in the corner wishes good morning. He is indoors today, wearing a big grin for some reason.
The longhaired black dressed, stool-dragging girl arrives, her open hair is not black anymore but brown with blonde streaks.
Bleach?
Whilst on the platform there is a strange announcement over the public address system informing travellers that the train for munich will be leaving from platform six TODAY.
Up untill today it normally did that, every day.
Then another pre-recorded voice informs that the train will be leaving from platform eight.
Everyone down the stairs, into the tunnel, up the steps and onto the oldest platform in the station.
Train comes in, blowing its whistle
Climb aboard, the platform is a very low one. Drink the coffeee togo standing.
Sit down.
At Moosburg a man reeking of garlic gets in and sits down one row back.
There is no such thing as continuous good luck.
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